Grocery Shopping

 Mother doesn't normally go to the grocery store but it's always an interesting experience as usual. When we go grocery shopping we normally just get tons of stuff and then not go for awhile again, so it takes awhile. Mother walks pretty slow and gets easily distracted so after a little bit we give her the part to push, which  
she loves just as much. She basically gets whatever she wants but we make sure to point out her favorite sections: ice cream, debbie cakes, tastycakes, pasta, candy, (black licorice, chewy candy, chips, pretzels, chocolate candy, basically everything) and her crack (pepsi). Clearly, we have to limit it because we'd literally come home with 2 boxes of every snack item. Sometimes when we are ringing up we find some mysterious item s from her; she's a sneaky one. Mother also enjoys chatting with random people like babies and workers. What a social butterfly she can be.

About a month ago Melanie, Mother, and I went to wal-mart to get our boatload of groceries. Mother definitely made sure she was stalked with her goods. Mother did pretty well during the entire shopping experience until check out time.  We started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt and Mother picks up a Hershey's and tries to open it so we got the cashier to ring it up and we gave it to her. That kept her pretty entertained for the majority of the time but then we asked her to go to the front of the cart. While we were continuing to check out Mother starts to wander off so we kept having to grab her or tell her to come back over. The cashier was so nice and just kept smiling and she made a good impression on Mother. After a few moments like these we gave Mother a bouquet of flowers to hold (Melanie let her pick out the flowers for our front table). Apparently during the checking out time she changed her mind and in disgust told the cashier, "eww, the they're horrible, just horrible, ugly and ewww....the smell. Here smell (at this point she points them up to the cashier's face and the cashier smirked, smiled and said, 'they smell good, like a daffodil'). Oh, alright, I guess." We were cashing out and Mother did just a little wandering and said goodbye to the cashier and we went on our way. When we left Mother said she liked the cashier. She really made my Mother's day but also Melanie and my day, too!

This week Mother and I went on a semi-big grocery trip (it can't be big without Melanie because she runs the household food items and knows exactly what to get and when to get it). Mother left with a new matching sporty jacket pant set, a 42 oz bag of Chocolate M&Ms, Fudge Oreo Cookies, movie size Dots and Mike N Ike's, and 2 six packs of Diet Pepsi (She's watching her figure, ha ha. We have to limit her intake of these items because we've definitely come back to find complete boxes/bags of items eaten  by her in one sitting). She did pretty well but I had to guide her a few times because she got distracted by items when she was pushing the cart. She would either look away and push the cart or stop in the middle of the aisle or right in front of everything. There's no rhyme or reason to what she looks at because it could be something that we may want, something she wants, or maybe she isn't actually looking at anything but just standing there because she doesn't feel like walking. She gets bored easily and/or is a bit lazy. We were wrapping up our shopping when I stopped in the fruit section and told Mother I was just running to get some plums which were only about 5 feet away. I swear I was only gone for 15 seconds but when I returned Mother had apparently been talking to the sample lady. She said, "look here" and pointed. I went over with her and said asked her if she wanted some and she she said no but then the lady pulled them out of the toaster oven and convinced us to stay. They were these really cool and delicious Pillsbury crescent rolls nachos I thought were delicious, however, Mother did not. She exclaimed, "Eww, yuck, eck" and started to spit it out and I had to grab the napkin and put it up to her Mother and grab it. She just said "what", giggled, and moved on. The lady just kind of looked a perplexed. I just smiled, thanked her, and hurried after Mother her was ready to check out! She didn't do much during the check out process and the packing and unloading went well. She sure was worn out. She had an extra long nap this day!

Oh, it's you!

 Mother is not much for affection so when you get some out of her it's awesome! The other day after a long day off work I came home and Mother was walking through the hall with some debbie cakes in her hand and chocolate evidence on her face and said, "oh it's you, I miss you" and gave me a hug. I was so delighted and touched at the same time. Normally when you try to hug Mother she just kind of pulls away or awkwardly pats your back.

Even though theses moments are becoming less frequent they are still some of the best moments ever. Just seeing a glimpse of my real Mommy makes me happy because guess what? I miss her too!

Superdementia?

I can't believe I never posted these pictures before; they're amazing. This is from July 25th, 2009. We had gone to Six Flags and won a hat and cape and we were them around and Mother wanted to have a turn too! We tried to get her to do the superwoman pose and this is the result:

Superdementia to the...hmm, what's that word, i can't remember (sarcasm people, sarcasm ☺ )

Smile of the Day

Clearly I haven't been blogging as much but I am taking pictures and jotting notes about Mother so that I can eventually do it. I started doing a "Smile of the Day" with Mother, which I actually started doing as a "Smile for Jen", who is an avid follower and fan of Mother :) (how could you not be a fan of my precious ol' fannie?). When  I say, "Smile of the day" I actually mean a smile picture of whenever I remember to take one. With these picture I hope to create a separate little album called, "smiles" where I will put pictures of Mother throughout the years with dates, too!

Excuse me, Fannie, what are you doing...?

My cat has divorced me! I catch her and Mother sleeping together all the time. It has become a weekly ritual between Mother, the cat, and I; we go to bed and Mother will meow and call for the cat and we lay together and then I'll get up and continue on with my things. The meowing is so funny but explaining it will only give you half of the hilarity (I guess I should try and record it!). The meow itself is quite unique because it's definitely not an inviting meow; i'm not sure if it sounds more like a cat that just got hit by a car or a cat in labor. That's not it folks, she sometimes gets her animal noises mixed up! 

I've heard her say, "Meow, meow, moo, moo", "here baby, come, ROOOOOARRRRRRR", and also a weird horse, african-clicking sort of noise too! Each night is a fun little game for us. There are also nights that cat just meows and she will go up and lay with her, it really seems like that cat is calling for her and every time Mother says, "oh, my baby" and goes up. 

Side-note: we've always called Mother different names even when she wasn't so "silly" like Ruth (our paternal Grandma's name), Carole (her real name) and Annie (her nickname) but for some reason lately I've been calling her Fannie, which isn't weird because we call Nancy (sis-in-law) Fancy sometimes, it must be an "f" thing.

She was laying right next to the kitty out cold. I didnt know what to do so I just left her there for the time being but later woke her up and moved her bed. She was not a happy camper.

Me:  Fannie, what are you doing in my bed?

Mother: mehhhhh, leave me alone

Me: Where I going to sleep?

Mother: The baby...

Me: The baby what? Here, let's go to your room and we'll bring her.

Mother: mehhh, what are we doing? Do i have to go somewhere?

Me: Nope, it's late we have to go to your bed to sleep and Melanie will wake you up in the morning to watch tv and eat.

Mother: ok. goodbye.

She's very abrupt when she is done with the conversation, haha. I'm not even joking but we literally hear, "what are we doing? do I have to go somewhere?" at least 6 times a day. 

Mother and her outfits

What a fashionista Mother has become!!! It's hard to not wonder if she actually thinks it looks okay. I ask her all the time and she just says, "What?" (in her grumpy voice), so I've decided to keep a fashion portfolio for Mother. Here are just a few:

March 24th

It was a typical night for us with Mother and when I say typical I mean that there is never a dull moment. I tried four different times to get Mother to take her pill and each time I failed miserably but the best part was that she thought it was the funniest thing in entire world so I was okay with going through the process over and over again. I put the pill in her mouth and put the Pepsi aka crack up to her mouth and tell her to swallow and every night she swallows it and we move on, well not last night. She drank over 20 oz of Pepsi but never swallowed the pill; she hid it in her mouth, spit it out at me 3 times, and lastly she took it out of her mouth threw it in the air and yelled, “bing.” She was laughing so hard she was crying and how could I not laugh along with her especially when I look at her and she has her sweatshirt on backwards and white from the pill all over her lips.

After my many attempts at getting Mother to take her pill Melanie came down and after only two attempts she got Mother to swallow it. Oh what a silly goose.