Randy and Shari's World

I'm giving this blogging thing another try since it was pretty fun, and surprisingly enough, some of you said that you ENJOYED reading it!  So if I'm bringing happiness to even a small multitude (who happen to be related to me and are therefore practically REQUIRED to say nice things, but we'll overlook that aspect for now) it's worth it, right?

Micah is 2 now.  His birthday was on Sunday and this year we didn't even bother to tempt him with cake since he cried and tried to shove it away at his 1st birthday.  Instead, we drilled 2 holes in a watermelon and put the candles in that.  He was SO happy!!  So then while he was full of fruit (I took him to the potty every 3 minutes or so) the rest of us ate ice cream cake.  All were happy.

The sad part of Sunday was that Grandma Miles passed away very early in the morning.  It wasn't a big surprise, but still put a damper on things.  However, Randy still managed to completely baffle me at his response.  It was one of those moments, which are few and far between, where I am forced to say to myself, "Who in the world did I marry?"  Here's what happened: he had gone over to be there with his parents when the funeral arrangements were made.  He then came back and reported to me the important details and times/places, etc.  This is all fine.  But terminology is very important in a sensitive situation like this and so when he told me that "happy hour" was going to take place right before the funeral, I was stunned to say the least.  After attempting to compose myself from my shock, I said, "Do you mean CALLING hour?"  "Yeah, that" he says.  Wow.