When we were keeping Annabelle today I realized I don't miss those days of potty training at all. Not at all! She's good and she tries very hard. There are few accidents, but it's still the constant having to be aware of the potty training that makes it so hard. That's one nice thing about it...she remembers most times when I forget.
One time this morning I tried to get her to "hurry, hurry, hurry, run, run, run,"to make sure she made it to the bathroom in time once she said she needed to go. The bathroom was only one door away from her room, so she decided she would do it the hard, slow way. She shimmied like a snake, all the way down flat on her tummy, crawling along inch by inch. Giggle, giggle, giggle! It was a fun game she was playing. Actually, I think Mommy uses her that way as a dust mop and then she blames me when she gets home and finds her clothes all dirty.
She made it there without wetting herself, so I guess she knew how much time she had. But she was a funny little creature creeping along.
When we decided to go to eat (we couldn't decide whether it would be eat out or bring in since it was so very cold this morning, but staying in the house with a little one for a while, guess why we chose to go out?)she was ready, once I managed to tackle her to change her clothes, put on the shoes that matched her outfit, just to please her mommy, get her juice cup ready and everything else that taking her out entails. Then, as we were getting ready to leave the house, we realized Mommy in her efficiency had locked the dead bolt on the lock and locked us in. Good thing we had a key, huh?
In the car and fastened in only to find out somebody had forgotten Teddy. No amount of persuading would make her leave Teddy at home. She needed him even though she knew he had to stay in the car. So back into the house Granddaddy went looking for Teddy.
As luck would have it the girl at the cafeteria parked us directly facing a giant mirror. You can imagine how much fun that was! As soon as we sat down, Annabelle, after picking her seat next to the mirror, immediately started entertaining the little girl in the mirror, which she correctly identitied as, "Me! Me! Me!" and of course, "Granddaddy and Grandmomma!)
Another thing I realized I don't miss...Those days when the little ones outgrow the high chairs provided by the restaurants. They should at least make them big enough to accomodate a child until they are well into their teen years. At least. Well, she's outgrown hers at the ripe old age of two, whether physically or mentally, and she wants to sit in her own chair on her "knees! Sit on my knees!"
That would have been well and good except for one thing. She didn't stay on her knees and certainly didn't understand Grandmomma and Granddaddy's language when they told her to "sit on your bottom, Annabelle,"and after playing around with the mirror, her food, chewing on the chairs and table and just plain getting down on the floor, she began to be a handful! Ya think?
Mommy will be very interested to know that Annabelle had her first taste of liver today. Gag again, Mommy. Just as good as buttermilk, only Granddaddy will eat that. Granddaddy gave her a piece and she actually ate it without any ugly faces, melodramatics or anything. When Granddaddy asked her if she wanted more, she turned to me and said, "Yeah, Grandmomma's!" So Grandmomma shared. But from Annabelle's plate not Grandmomma's. Of course she didn't eat any more of the liver, but she didn't turn her nose up at it either.
Suddenly the urge to go "tee tee potty" hit her and you don't wait when she signals, so off she and I ran, right through the sign that says, "stay with your party until your check is paid." Off to the family potty. It was in use. Back around the corner to the smaller crowded one. Thank goodness it was vacant at the moment. Have to line the toliet with toliet paper. Not an easy job with a little two-year old who has decided she wants to fall back on some previous lifetime memories from when she probably lived in the '60's where she had been quite the professional limp noodle protester. Try putting toliet paper on the toliet when you have one falling through your arms, time and time again! Finally I parked her little hiney over on the diaper bag I had brought just in case I needed it for back up. That lasted about a second until she looked over and spotted the lady in the stall next to us with beautiful black heels on. I don't remember exactly what her words were, but she was trying to get me to look at that lady and her shoes. She was so very fascinated. And she was creaating a scene. Then it was up again and slinking through my arms as I tried to place her once more on the potty. This happened a time or two before I finally coralled the little wild colt and she kept her panties dry until she could finally use the potty. Amazing the will power she had after all we went through from the time she told me she had to go until she had the chance to go.
I asked her if she knew what Grandmomma would have done to her mommy when her mommy was a little girl if she hadn't cooperated with me. She didn't, but was very interested in finding out. She said, "Mommy? My Mommy?" "Yes," I told her. I then told her I would have turned her around and spanked her little bottom. She was completely oblivious! She didn't know what that meant, obviously! So I turned her around and asked her if she wanted me to show her? "Ye-ah", she says enthusiastically with a big smile on her face. I turned her back around and gave her three swift paddles to her rear side. (Oh, Mommy, it didn't hurt her! She had her Pull-up on and she was perfectly protected. She even thought it was funny. Um huh!)
So then was time for the ritual of flushing the toliet. Would you believe they didn't have a handle, they had a step petal which is more difficult for her than a handle. So we made the best of it, and I turned her away and flushed it then turned her back around so she thought she did it all by herself! You do what you have to do.
And it is always so much fun to wash and dry hands when you have no step stool and there's only one of you or in our case, two of you. So, we washed our hands and dried them while the other two ladies watched amused at our progress. One of them even said she and I were so cute together. I couldn't disagree with that. Nor could I disagree with them when they said what a cutie she was. Because she is.
Back to the table where she announced a few minutes later in her sweet little voice, "Tee tee, potty, Granddaddy, tee tee, potty!"
Finally after she finished I decided maybe I better just hold her instead of taking a chance on her crashing through the mirror and hurting one of us. She watched a little girl who was almost three named Serenity sit quietly, using her best manners as she ate with her mother. In her own chair. On her bottom. Face forward. She had a perfect name. Serenity. That kid was definitely abnormal. She sat throughout the whole meal and I barely heard a word from her. Probably couldn't talk. Probably couldn't walk. Probably couldn't move. She was definitely not normal. Very quiet. Very serene. But she was a little cutie, almost as cute as ours...just almost. Ours had a name too. It was "Mexican jumping beans"!
Annabelle had a good nap and I got her up to play a while before Mommy came home. Everything is, "Read a book!" She loves you to read books to her. This time she asked for her dolly, Attie. She has Attie and baby Attie, which sometimes comes out as "Baby Daddy". Anyway, Attie and Teddy were called into duty. They were to sit in the rocking chair while Annabelle read books to them. Would she pick a small book for them to ready together. Nooo! It had to be one of the biggest books Mommy keeps stored out of her reach in her storage cabinet. So, she pulls that book out that's bigger than she is, turns the opened book with the pictures and words towards her baby and Teddy and begins to read to them as the book flips and flops all over the place. And it was turned with the words in the right position, as usual. It didn't matter to her that the book flipped and flopped, she finished that one and went on to another one.
We played with her new toys she got for her birthday. A little cooking set of muffins with shapes and cookies in a cookie jar with numbers on both the back of the cookie and the dots that looked like M & M's on the front to teach them counting. She's pretty good at trying to count with you and she's doing good once she realized there were shapes on the bottom of the muffins. And then there were the ice cream cones with eight different colors of ice cream scoops that fit on each cone. We played with stacking all eight of the colors on one ice cream cone and tryed to keep them from falling off by trying to balance them. It wasn't easy, either. Those things are heavy on one ice cream cone. She does enjoy that little set. And so did I. It was fun indeed.
Later this afternoon she tried her acrobatic exercises. She would try standing on her head, get her feet and those long little legs as far up as she could. I was worried she would break her neck, but she hadn't when we left.
When her Daddy drove up, she started saying, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" and ran over to the window to see him when he got out of his truck. Then she met him at the door. That had to be one of the sweetest things. She was so happy to see her daddy.
Then she had to show Daddy her acrobatic achievements. She would fall over to her side, get back up and try again, until finally she managed to do a complete roll over all by herself! She wasn't frightened at all. She just got back up, giggling as hard as she could and tried again and again. I'm not sure she didn't surprise herself when she did it.
We left the two of them along to spend quality time together while Mommy was finally on her way home. I was sure she had gotten lost!
When we finally got home, I collapsed on the sofa and took a good, quick 1 1/2 to 2 hour nap before dragging myself back to bed for the night. If only she slept as well as I did after our play day, her Mommy had some quiet time. But I doubt it. She's like the Energizer Bunny. She just keeps going and going and going. But I love her!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Just in case Mommy doesn't post
I know Mommy has lots of things on her mind and it's difficult to remember to post everything she tells me so I'm going to cover a thing or two here. Mommy can correct or tell it her way when she wants; I just wanted to remember it here in "her space".
(1) One recent week end outing they passed a place and Annabelle started saying,
"Gandmomma, Ganddaddy!" Smart aleck Daddy said he looked around to see old people, but didn't see any. Then Mommy realized they were near a Captain D's, Granddaddy's favorite fish place. She has accompanied us on many trips especially on Wednesdays to Captain D's. Who says she's too young to read?
(2)Annabelle is potty training. The other day she ran to the bathroom and Mommy heard the water running. I'm not sure if she followed her shortly after she heard the water or not, but shortly afterwards Little Princess ran back to her with her "sticker book" for recording her progress in her potty training. She proudly handed the sticker book back to Mommy and said, "Washed book, Mommy, washed book!" Mommy patiently took a sticker book that Annabelle had indeed washed in the sink, but thank goodness it wasn't ruined by water. She had dropped it onto the floor into a drop of tea that had spilled on the floor and it got on her sticker book. Sometimes raising an independent child has its rewards. She took care of the dirty book without Mommy's help.
(3)Mommy tells her to be sure not to wet her panties because it will make the little Princess on her panties cry. Really there is at least a Snow White on them, not just princesses, but Mommy sticks to the princess thing. One day she rushed to the potty, pulled her panties down and started her "wahhh, wahhh," thing she does to imitate crying. (Have I mentioned how she's such a little drama queen or in her case princess?) Mommy told her she hadn't wet her panties, but she insisted she had and after checking again Mommy noticed she had indeed barely gotten them damp with a tinkle on the way to the bathroom. She had made the little princess on her panties cry! But, she is just learning, so Mommy has to cut her a little slack every now and then. She's getting there. And there will most likely be setbacks along the way. There always are, but it's really no big deal. I'll bet she doesn't start to school in diapers! Especially if Mommy home-schools her and doesn't start her to public school or private school until she's in high school! At least I hope not.
(4) The sticker book for potty training. I must comment on that sticker book! It is more detailed than any first born child's baby book. It is crammed with little stickers, big stickers, tiny stickers, stickers of all sizes depending on whether or not she's done her first job or her second job. Beside each of those little/big stickers is in neat little print the date, the time and what was accomplished along with other details that might describe the circumstances involved with that particular accomplishment. And Annabelle was only responsible for adding the stickers, not the writing, I'm pretty sure. I'm also pretty sure Mommy won't be covering this in her blog. And she wonders why her child is so strange in some ways! I wonder, too!
(5) When we were together last, Mommy was pretty diligent about checking to make sure Annabelle reminded her she needed to go potty by reminding her to remind her. When Annabelle finally decided she might need to go, Mommy left the restaurant table and over her shoulder she remembered to invite me to go with them. I did just in case she needed my help. The next time Mommy thought she needed to go, which was about five minutes later, they left the table without me. I guess Mommy thought I knew I was supposed to go, but it was not for long without me, because Annabelle turned and over her little shoulder she remembered to invite me to go with them, since Mommy had forgotten to invite me. "Grandmomma, too, Grandmomma,too!"
Anyway, I'm proud to say that Mommy being well taught by her own mother, pulled the paper from the toliet roller and patiently placed it onto the toliet seat while Little Princess waited, and waited, and waited . The first trip she was able to get her onto the toliet seat with the paper intact, but the second trip she was not as successful because Annabelle had to be removed from the toliet for readjustments here and there, thus squirming so much the carefully placed paper fell into the toliet. That's where Grandmomma came in handy, I guess. I replaced the paper that had quickly absorbed the water almost to the top of the toliet seat.
Why is it that a potty-training child has to touch everything nasty in a public restroom. You can pick a handicapped stall with plenty of room, but inevitable those little hands will manage to touch unsanitary toliet seats (and hang onto them as though they are going to fall in, even when they aren't even on the toliet!) They don't do that at home. Just when they are in the nastiest of places.
And to add the final touches to using the potty...Mommy holds her up so she can...
flush the toliet with her foot. Just like Mommy's been taught all her life. It makes a Momma proud, I tell you. You can never start too soon.
The fun part for Annabelle, of course, is washing her hands. That's probably why she wanted to put her hands all over the toliet. Just to ensure a good handwashing in case we hadn't planned that part of the trip. Yeah, like we'd forget that!
I'll pretty much guess this incident will also be one of those things Mommy won't be including in her blog so I'll make sure I cover it. And she can't erase what I put in my blog!
(6) One more thing...Mommy is always walking out of my house with whatever fun thing I've bought recently (mental note to self: stop showing her the cool stuff I get!) and the latest things she walked out with were: All my cool foam stickers I had bought to use at MY HOUSE when Annabelle has pottied here. Mommy wanted some of them but she needed something to put them in, thus I had to part with a new little container I had bought for Annabelle to put her snack in at my house so she could carry around her own cool little container. This one was a Halloween theme since it's near Halloween. Mommy wanted me to put some of the stickers into the container while she did something else. I did. It wasn't enough stickers to suit Mommy so she has to finish filling the jar with MY stickers! Then she remembered she had seen something in my bathroom she wanted. "Do you happen to have another one of those little things you hang Annabelle's hand towel from? I could use one of those to put her towel at her level at my house, too." Well, I just happened to have one left that I kept over the tub to hang a wet wash cloth on to dry. Little Princess loves to play with it in the tub when she takes a bath, so I gave it up to her since she would be using it at her house.
Then her Mommy called and said the first time she put Annabelle's towel at her level
like at our house, she said, "Ut oh, ut oh! Grandmomma and Granddaddy's house!" She realized it belonged at our house instead of hers and didn't realize her Mommy had asked me for it. I guess she thought it just got mixed in accidently with their other stuff. It was for you Little Princess, just for you. Enjoy!
(1) One recent week end outing they passed a place and Annabelle started saying,
"Gandmomma, Ganddaddy!" Smart aleck Daddy said he looked around to see old people, but didn't see any. Then Mommy realized they were near a Captain D's, Granddaddy's favorite fish place. She has accompanied us on many trips especially on Wednesdays to Captain D's. Who says she's too young to read?
(2)Annabelle is potty training. The other day she ran to the bathroom and Mommy heard the water running. I'm not sure if she followed her shortly after she heard the water or not, but shortly afterwards Little Princess ran back to her with her "sticker book" for recording her progress in her potty training. She proudly handed the sticker book back to Mommy and said, "Washed book, Mommy, washed book!" Mommy patiently took a sticker book that Annabelle had indeed washed in the sink, but thank goodness it wasn't ruined by water. She had dropped it onto the floor into a drop of tea that had spilled on the floor and it got on her sticker book. Sometimes raising an independent child has its rewards. She took care of the dirty book without Mommy's help.
(3)Mommy tells her to be sure not to wet her panties because it will make the little Princess on her panties cry. Really there is at least a Snow White on them, not just princesses, but Mommy sticks to the princess thing. One day she rushed to the potty, pulled her panties down and started her "wahhh, wahhh," thing she does to imitate crying. (Have I mentioned how she's such a little drama queen or in her case princess?) Mommy told her she hadn't wet her panties, but she insisted she had and after checking again Mommy noticed she had indeed barely gotten them damp with a tinkle on the way to the bathroom. She had made the little princess on her panties cry! But, she is just learning, so Mommy has to cut her a little slack every now and then. She's getting there. And there will most likely be setbacks along the way. There always are, but it's really no big deal. I'll bet she doesn't start to school in diapers! Especially if Mommy home-schools her and doesn't start her to public school or private school until she's in high school! At least I hope not.
(4) The sticker book for potty training. I must comment on that sticker book! It is more detailed than any first born child's baby book. It is crammed with little stickers, big stickers, tiny stickers, stickers of all sizes depending on whether or not she's done her first job or her second job. Beside each of those little/big stickers is in neat little print the date, the time and what was accomplished along with other details that might describe the circumstances involved with that particular accomplishment. And Annabelle was only responsible for adding the stickers, not the writing, I'm pretty sure. I'm also pretty sure Mommy won't be covering this in her blog. And she wonders why her child is so strange in some ways! I wonder, too!
(5) When we were together last, Mommy was pretty diligent about checking to make sure Annabelle reminded her she needed to go potty by reminding her to remind her. When Annabelle finally decided she might need to go, Mommy left the restaurant table and over her shoulder she remembered to invite me to go with them. I did just in case she needed my help. The next time Mommy thought she needed to go, which was about five minutes later, they left the table without me. I guess Mommy thought I knew I was supposed to go, but it was not for long without me, because Annabelle turned and over her little shoulder she remembered to invite me to go with them, since Mommy had forgotten to invite me. "Grandmomma, too, Grandmomma,too!"
Anyway, I'm proud to say that Mommy being well taught by her own mother, pulled the paper from the toliet roller and patiently placed it onto the toliet seat while Little Princess waited, and waited, and waited . The first trip she was able to get her onto the toliet seat with the paper intact, but the second trip she was not as successful because Annabelle had to be removed from the toliet for readjustments here and there, thus squirming so much the carefully placed paper fell into the toliet. That's where Grandmomma came in handy, I guess. I replaced the paper that had quickly absorbed the water almost to the top of the toliet seat.
Why is it that a potty-training child has to touch everything nasty in a public restroom. You can pick a handicapped stall with plenty of room, but inevitable those little hands will manage to touch unsanitary toliet seats (and hang onto them as though they are going to fall in, even when they aren't even on the toliet!) They don't do that at home. Just when they are in the nastiest of places.
And to add the final touches to using the potty...Mommy holds her up so she can...
flush the toliet with her foot. Just like Mommy's been taught all her life. It makes a Momma proud, I tell you. You can never start too soon.
The fun part for Annabelle, of course, is washing her hands. That's probably why she wanted to put her hands all over the toliet. Just to ensure a good handwashing in case we hadn't planned that part of the trip. Yeah, like we'd forget that!
I'll pretty much guess this incident will also be one of those things Mommy won't be including in her blog so I'll make sure I cover it. And she can't erase what I put in my blog!
(6) One more thing...Mommy is always walking out of my house with whatever fun thing I've bought recently (mental note to self: stop showing her the cool stuff I get!) and the latest things she walked out with were: All my cool foam stickers I had bought to use at MY HOUSE when Annabelle has pottied here. Mommy wanted some of them but she needed something to put them in, thus I had to part with a new little container I had bought for Annabelle to put her snack in at my house so she could carry around her own cool little container. This one was a Halloween theme since it's near Halloween. Mommy wanted me to put some of the stickers into the container while she did something else. I did. It wasn't enough stickers to suit Mommy so she has to finish filling the jar with MY stickers! Then she remembered she had seen something in my bathroom she wanted. "Do you happen to have another one of those little things you hang Annabelle's hand towel from? I could use one of those to put her towel at her level at my house, too." Well, I just happened to have one left that I kept over the tub to hang a wet wash cloth on to dry. Little Princess loves to play with it in the tub when she takes a bath, so I gave it up to her since she would be using it at her house.
Then her Mommy called and said the first time she put Annabelle's towel at her level
like at our house, she said, "Ut oh, ut oh! Grandmomma and Granddaddy's house!" She realized it belonged at our house instead of hers and didn't realize her Mommy had asked me for it. I guess she thought it just got mixed in accidently with their other stuff. It was for you Little Princess, just for you. Enjoy!
Monday, October 20, 2008
She's her Grandmomma's baby girl...
She is truly my baby girl, or at least she's got a lot of me in her (poor baby) and definitely got a double dose of her great-grandmama in her. In quite a few ways. It always amazes me how many ways she is like her.
While she was visiting with us today I decided it was time for her to test her taste pallete on a very little appreciated delicious gourmet delight. Buttermilk. I totally expected her to turn those cute little lips down at me, but after the first reaction, she actually loved it. Spoonful by spoonful I fed her the delicacy, 1/4 cup at a time until she had consumed at least 1/2 cupful. She called it butter-bilk.
I'm so glad I could be the first to introduce her to the world of wonderful foods.
Somewhere I had failed miserably with her mommy. She sat in the corner with awful looks on her face like I was poisoning her child. She didn't really expect her to drink it like she did and she was repulsed by the thought.
Buttermilk was one of two things that kept me alive during my first pregnancy with my son. That and apples. I know, it sounds repulsive even to me and just the sounds of it would probably make most people want to throw up. But it really did help keep something (it)and the apple on my stomach for many months. Somehow it also kept me nourished through those long months of throwing up. I was one of the lucky ones who threw up all nine months at least at one point during the day. Later days definitely got easier, but still always that one time, at least.
It certainly didn't seem to have an ill effect on my son. He turned out just fine, as far as I know. So, if and when you ever have a baby and suffer so much throwing up like your Grandmomma, little Princess, just remember, try Buttermilk and apples.
It certainly can't hurt.
Some people just don't know what they've missed! You're just going another form of rebellion, Little Princess, when you drink that buttermilk. Mommy doesn't like it, so you do. Keep up the good work. She deserves it!
While she was visiting with us today I decided it was time for her to test her taste pallete on a very little appreciated delicious gourmet delight. Buttermilk. I totally expected her to turn those cute little lips down at me, but after the first reaction, she actually loved it. Spoonful by spoonful I fed her the delicacy, 1/4 cup at a time until she had consumed at least 1/2 cupful. She called it butter-bilk.
I'm so glad I could be the first to introduce her to the world of wonderful foods.
Somewhere I had failed miserably with her mommy. She sat in the corner with awful looks on her face like I was poisoning her child. She didn't really expect her to drink it like she did and she was repulsed by the thought.
Buttermilk was one of two things that kept me alive during my first pregnancy with my son. That and apples. I know, it sounds repulsive even to me and just the sounds of it would probably make most people want to throw up. But it really did help keep something (it)and the apple on my stomach for many months. Somehow it also kept me nourished through those long months of throwing up. I was one of the lucky ones who threw up all nine months at least at one point during the day. Later days definitely got easier, but still always that one time, at least.
It certainly didn't seem to have an ill effect on my son. He turned out just fine, as far as I know. So, if and when you ever have a baby and suffer so much throwing up like your Grandmomma, little Princess, just remember, try Buttermilk and apples.
It certainly can't hurt.
Some people just don't know what they've missed! You're just going another form of rebellion, Little Princess, when you drink that buttermilk. Mommy doesn't like it, so you do. Keep up the good work. She deserves it!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Happy Birthday, Little Princess
We say it all the time...how did the time fly by so fast? We watch first one little one add another year to their life span and then another add one until we finally end up with a bunch of little kids who've grown into big 8-year olds, or six-year olds, or almost three-year olds and then the baby of the family turns into a two-year old! And we really can't imagine where the time went.
Today Annabelle, the baby, the favorite granddaughter in the family turned two! Two! It was only yesterday we held her for the very first time, finally, after being isolated from her during her hospital stay because of problems at birth. Some memories(the isolation) are best replaced by happier memories (finally holding her and just watching her as she slept and breathed, worried about those ugly bruises that were left on her tiny little head and hands and feet from all the IV's that were necessary to bring her to full recovery.)
The first pictures we made of her at home showed those ugly marks splotching that sweet, beautiful little face. Granddaddy suggested he could remove them with our photo program. He meant well, he really did, but I guess I took issue a little more than I should have. How dare he suggest removing her battle scars! She had earned them; she had fought through them, and neither we nor she should ignore or admit those struggles she had gone through those first hours and days of her life. She will, of course, never remember them. God mercifully made sure her little memory won't retain that pain. We will probably never forget them, but she did endure them and they are nothing short of being her true battle scars she earned at her birth. It shows her she's a real trooper. She's a fighter. She's a winner. Maybe someday when she looks back on those thousands of pictures we made of her those pictures will remind her that she was a winner, a fighter, a survivor and if she has something else even more traumatic to face in her future,those bruises will remind her of her beginnings and that she can do anything she has to endure in the life ahead of her because she had those survivor instincts very early on in her lie. Yes, those bruises had to remain in her pictures. They couldn't and wouldn't be photo-shopped out.
This morning I didn't wake up until about 6:30. That's right,I slept right through the moment of the anniversary of her birth at 6:12 a.m. It wasn't that way two years ago. Earlier that day two years ago, we were all gathered together, Granddaddy, Nonnie, Uncle Matt, waiting for news of her arrival. The time passed by much too slowly until her Daddy finally, finally came off the elevator (we were watching the doors to the back of the maternity ward, but I think he had just come down from visiting his new little girl, so he surprised us/me.)
It was a while after that 6:12 a.m.arrival before we got to see her because she did have her breathing problems, etc. but thank goodness we didn't know she was already here for all that time. You don't worry when you don't know. Well, that's not true, because when it's your daughter going through that pain and misery, you do worry. You can't help it. It's inborn..
It was the happiest of times when her daddy told us all the details and we were on our way to focus our eyes on the most beautiful little girl ever born, with the exception of her mother.
Fast forward, and I do mean fast forward, two years and we are still looking at the most beautiful little girl ever born, equal with her mommy.
She has grown so much in so many ways during that time. This year she's a sure-footed little angel who flies around from place to place as opposed to the wobbly little legs that propelled her forward in an uncertain manner last year. She's finally using her language skills to express herself. She's much like her mommy years earlier. Annabelle's Granddaddy would ask her mommy when she was going to talk. She would sit silently, watching, listening, observing while Annabelle's Granddaddy, Grandmomma and her Uncle monopolized all conversations. Her Mommy finally let all those stored-up words go and we haven't been able to stop her since. I have no doubts Annabelle has followed her footsteps. Now she's really expressing those emotions, saying her thoughts and exerting her independence. Watch out, Mommy and Daddy, you're about to enter a world you have never dreamed of before. But it's a good world and you'll enjoy every second. You'll be so amazed at each new little phase she goes through. Enjoy it.
A lot of my blogs in the past have covered the little things she's accomplished except for the times I've been too lazy so I won't go back and cover too much of the past. Today, however, was a wonderful day of watching our little one as she moves forward.
I know her mommy will cover this in a future blog, so I won't go into too much detail about her cake she shared with us today. I will just tell you it was a chocolate chip cookie cake with a horse on it. Mom can tell the rest.
We all met at the local small, but very active airport, for her birthday party. Daddy had already gone earlier and set up the tables under the pavillion. Mommy and Annabelle met him there earlier. Granddaddy and I had met my sister and brother-in-law so they could follow us to the party. We'd been there at least once or twice before so we were not exactly sure how to get there, but we made it without any false turns. Mommy called just as we were getting out of the car. She had parked in another lot, which was closer, but we did get there without any problems. They still were later than we were getting over to the picnic pavillion!
The first words I heard Annabelle say were, "Pay, Mommy. I wanna pay!) And she did. She loved playing on that playground with her cousins and friends for quite a while until it was time for opening her presents and eating her cookie cake. (I hope I got enough pictures!) She didn't get a single present that wasn't a very favorite with her. She got a piano (I think I heard her daddy say he was glad he wasn't going to be in town next week), a baby doll, a tube of Little People, which she loves her Little People, some books, another dolly, a pink pig flashlight(for those camping out trips she loves with Mommy and Daddy) with a cute pair of pants with candy corn on them and a top, a dolly stroller, and something else I'm not sure of because I didn't see it close up, and I'm sure I've left something out, but she loved every single thing she got!
It was back to the playground for the little ones while we visited. Then it was time to end the party and to go find something to eat. Granddaddy, Uncle Ken, Aunt Kate, Carter, Charlie, James, Mommy, Daddy and I headed over to the local Methodist Church which was having their annual bar-b-que. It's been a tradition for us to eat there most years when we remember it, though since Granddaddy has retired it's easier to forget unless Mommy and Daddy remind us or we see signs advertising it when we're down that way. Granddaddy used to get annual tickets every year from a couple of his patrons, but once he retired that stopped. Now tickets are $8.00 each this year. Up from last year and the year before. But they still have quite a bit of business. It was delicious and surprisingly, thanks to Aunt Kate and the boys, we were all able to sit together even with such a crowd. That was truly a miracle.
We now have something to help us remember when the bar-b-ques are because they are usually held on Annabelle's birthday week end. Now that's a tradition.
After eating and fellowship the kids all played on the church playground. Annabelle and James played on the younger aged one because the bigger one was over-crowded. As soon as she hit the playground she lined up all the riding toys in a semi-circle and followed another kid around waiting until he jumped off the one he was riding. He didn't, so she didn't recover that vehicle. She's such a good little organizer. That will come in handy someday...maybe.
It was good to finally be able to spend some more time with our son and his family. We've known their plans to return to the area since they left two years ago for the great cold northern state. It was a time to gain experience he could never get without making the move. It was great business experience for him, the kids, and for Kate. They all enjoyed their time there, but it is also good to know he's home again. There are few things that trouble a mother, or mother-in-law for that matter than worrying about a child who is away from home, on airplane flights, etc. especially in this day and age of so much terror. We try not to think about those things. For now, it's one down. One to go.
Anyway, Happy Birthday little Angel. In this world with all its' instability you have made our world more stable and much happier beginning at the first moment we knew you were on the way. Even before your birth, when your Uncle called and broke the news to us they would be leaving and (how dare they?) take your cousins with them, you were planned to help us survive the rough times. Looking forward to you coming made it a little easier to accept their move. We've had a good time and enjoy every minute of your life with us.
We love you.
Grandmomma and Granddaddy
Today Annabelle, the baby, the favorite granddaughter in the family turned two! Two! It was only yesterday we held her for the very first time, finally, after being isolated from her during her hospital stay because of problems at birth. Some memories(the isolation) are best replaced by happier memories (finally holding her and just watching her as she slept and breathed, worried about those ugly bruises that were left on her tiny little head and hands and feet from all the IV's that were necessary to bring her to full recovery.)
The first pictures we made of her at home showed those ugly marks splotching that sweet, beautiful little face. Granddaddy suggested he could remove them with our photo program. He meant well, he really did, but I guess I took issue a little more than I should have. How dare he suggest removing her battle scars! She had earned them; she had fought through them, and neither we nor she should ignore or admit those struggles she had gone through those first hours and days of her life. She will, of course, never remember them. God mercifully made sure her little memory won't retain that pain. We will probably never forget them, but she did endure them and they are nothing short of being her true battle scars she earned at her birth. It shows her she's a real trooper. She's a fighter. She's a winner. Maybe someday when she looks back on those thousands of pictures we made of her those pictures will remind her that she was a winner, a fighter, a survivor and if she has something else even more traumatic to face in her future,those bruises will remind her of her beginnings and that she can do anything she has to endure in the life ahead of her because she had those survivor instincts very early on in her lie. Yes, those bruises had to remain in her pictures. They couldn't and wouldn't be photo-shopped out.
This morning I didn't wake up until about 6:30. That's right,I slept right through the moment of the anniversary of her birth at 6:12 a.m. It wasn't that way two years ago. Earlier that day two years ago, we were all gathered together, Granddaddy, Nonnie, Uncle Matt, waiting for news of her arrival. The time passed by much too slowly until her Daddy finally, finally came off the elevator (we were watching the doors to the back of the maternity ward, but I think he had just come down from visiting his new little girl, so he surprised us/me.)
It was a while after that 6:12 a.m.arrival before we got to see her because she did have her breathing problems, etc. but thank goodness we didn't know she was already here for all that time. You don't worry when you don't know. Well, that's not true, because when it's your daughter going through that pain and misery, you do worry. You can't help it. It's inborn..
It was the happiest of times when her daddy told us all the details and we were on our way to focus our eyes on the most beautiful little girl ever born, with the exception of her mother.
Fast forward, and I do mean fast forward, two years and we are still looking at the most beautiful little girl ever born, equal with her mommy.
She has grown so much in so many ways during that time. This year she's a sure-footed little angel who flies around from place to place as opposed to the wobbly little legs that propelled her forward in an uncertain manner last year. She's finally using her language skills to express herself. She's much like her mommy years earlier. Annabelle's Granddaddy would ask her mommy when she was going to talk. She would sit silently, watching, listening, observing while Annabelle's Granddaddy, Grandmomma and her Uncle monopolized all conversations. Her Mommy finally let all those stored-up words go and we haven't been able to stop her since. I have no doubts Annabelle has followed her footsteps. Now she's really expressing those emotions, saying her thoughts and exerting her independence. Watch out, Mommy and Daddy, you're about to enter a world you have never dreamed of before. But it's a good world and you'll enjoy every second. You'll be so amazed at each new little phase she goes through. Enjoy it.
A lot of my blogs in the past have covered the little things she's accomplished except for the times I've been too lazy so I won't go back and cover too much of the past. Today, however, was a wonderful day of watching our little one as she moves forward.
I know her mommy will cover this in a future blog, so I won't go into too much detail about her cake she shared with us today. I will just tell you it was a chocolate chip cookie cake with a horse on it. Mom can tell the rest.
We all met at the local small, but very active airport, for her birthday party. Daddy had already gone earlier and set up the tables under the pavillion. Mommy and Annabelle met him there earlier. Granddaddy and I had met my sister and brother-in-law so they could follow us to the party. We'd been there at least once or twice before so we were not exactly sure how to get there, but we made it without any false turns. Mommy called just as we were getting out of the car. She had parked in another lot, which was closer, but we did get there without any problems. They still were later than we were getting over to the picnic pavillion!
The first words I heard Annabelle say were, "Pay, Mommy. I wanna pay!) And she did. She loved playing on that playground with her cousins and friends for quite a while until it was time for opening her presents and eating her cookie cake. (I hope I got enough pictures!) She didn't get a single present that wasn't a very favorite with her. She got a piano (I think I heard her daddy say he was glad he wasn't going to be in town next week), a baby doll, a tube of Little People, which she loves her Little People, some books, another dolly, a pink pig flashlight(for those camping out trips she loves with Mommy and Daddy) with a cute pair of pants with candy corn on them and a top, a dolly stroller, and something else I'm not sure of because I didn't see it close up, and I'm sure I've left something out, but she loved every single thing she got!
It was back to the playground for the little ones while we visited. Then it was time to end the party and to go find something to eat. Granddaddy, Uncle Ken, Aunt Kate, Carter, Charlie, James, Mommy, Daddy and I headed over to the local Methodist Church which was having their annual bar-b-que. It's been a tradition for us to eat there most years when we remember it, though since Granddaddy has retired it's easier to forget unless Mommy and Daddy remind us or we see signs advertising it when we're down that way. Granddaddy used to get annual tickets every year from a couple of his patrons, but once he retired that stopped. Now tickets are $8.00 each this year. Up from last year and the year before. But they still have quite a bit of business. It was delicious and surprisingly, thanks to Aunt Kate and the boys, we were all able to sit together even with such a crowd. That was truly a miracle.
We now have something to help us remember when the bar-b-ques are because they are usually held on Annabelle's birthday week end. Now that's a tradition.
After eating and fellowship the kids all played on the church playground. Annabelle and James played on the younger aged one because the bigger one was over-crowded. As soon as she hit the playground she lined up all the riding toys in a semi-circle and followed another kid around waiting until he jumped off the one he was riding. He didn't, so she didn't recover that vehicle. She's such a good little organizer. That will come in handy someday...maybe.
It was good to finally be able to spend some more time with our son and his family. We've known their plans to return to the area since they left two years ago for the great cold northern state. It was a time to gain experience he could never get without making the move. It was great business experience for him, the kids, and for Kate. They all enjoyed their time there, but it is also good to know he's home again. There are few things that trouble a mother, or mother-in-law for that matter than worrying about a child who is away from home, on airplane flights, etc. especially in this day and age of so much terror. We try not to think about those things. For now, it's one down. One to go.
Anyway, Happy Birthday little Angel. In this world with all its' instability you have made our world more stable and much happier beginning at the first moment we knew you were on the way. Even before your birth, when your Uncle called and broke the news to us they would be leaving and (how dare they?) take your cousins with them, you were planned to help us survive the rough times. Looking forward to you coming made it a little easier to accept their move. We've had a good time and enjoy every minute of your life with us.
We love you.
Grandmomma and Granddaddy
Friday, October 17, 2008
Let the celebrations begin
Two-year old love long birthday celebrations, so tonight we begin them. I'm sure that Mom, Dad and Annabelle have been celebrating for most of the week, or at least preparing for it, but we had the close family celebration tonight with Annabelle, Mommy, Daddy Nonnie, Granddaddy and me.
Mommy and Annabelle began the celebration by baking a delicious and beautiful cake. I thought Mommy was going to make a small one for Annabelle like she did last year, but she decided to make one big one all pretty and decorated for the family gathering. It had a cute little teddy bear, a dolly and a choo choo train, all representing some of her favorite things during the year.
Mommy had told me the night before that she had let her help frost the cake and apparently she loved the icing. She pre-warned me there might be a few cake licks underneath the frosting. Maybe I could have a lapse of memory between then and the time we eat the cake.
So, we loaded up the goodies for Annabelle, the all important camera and whatever else I had been asked to bring then we stopped by Costco to pick up the picture Mommy had phoned in earlier (When I went in to pick the order up they told me a large order was being processed and it would be probably 30-40 minutes before it would be ready. Mommy checked to see the due time and it was consistent so I opted to wait. Then Mommy called about twenty minutes later and said e-mail told her the order was processed, so I didn't have to wait so long after all.) Mommy had re-worked Annabelle's birthday invitations into a 12 X 12 scrapbooking page and changed the sentiment on it to reflect her thoughts about Annabelle's second birthday. Don't ask how much time or how much money that one page would be worth because based on her Mommy's hourly wage and the time she spent, Little Annabelle has a masterpiece worth more than a lot of famous painting. Her mother is such a perfectionist and nothing pleases her. And she wonders where her daughter gets it. Look in the mirror, Mommy.
On the road again...Then on a rainy night we finally headed down to see Annabelle. There were several accidents along the way and the radio said it would take a long time before the police could get out to investigate any accidents. That was some incentive to be more careful!) Maybe that's why we were delayed by the pictures. You can never underestimate the words of God. There had to be a reason other than just to irritate a grandmomma who was ready to see her sweet girl.
When we arrived Little Princess was still asleep from her afternoon nap. Very unusual because it was after 6:00. She never sleeps that late in the afternoon. But then again, dinner wasn't ready either. I guess she sensed it and decided to catch some extra snoozes.
Finally she awoke and Nonnie went in to get her up and dress her for the party. There sat a sweet little angel like you seldom see sitting quietly while Nonnie to ok her to potty, changed her clothes and Mommy prepared for battle while combing her hair. Oops, where did our usual fighting child go. Mommy combed her hair without a single whimper,a rare to never occurance, Nonnie and Daddy buttoned every button on that long dress and there must have been 80 buttons, while she sat quietly. I can't tell you the number of times I've had to chase a flying child around the house just to fast a shirt with two buttons on it, or comb that hair. But she was transformed.
Really transformed.
When dinner was ready Mommy tried to get her to sit in her booster seat. Nope, that wasn't happening even though she could barely see over the table top. She insisted on sitting "right cheer" in her chosen seat at the end of the table.
We enjoyed our meal of what Mommy has now dubbed as our traditional family meal of Lasagna, salad, rolls to be followed by special girl's birthday cake. Daddy told Mommy that lasagna recipe was a keeper, not to let it get lost. Nonnie claimed it was her secret recipe and not Mommy's. Grandmomma assured everybody it was indeed her very special recipe she falls back on when she needs a good easy dinner. She's been using it the longest and the mostest. Stouffer's will be cutting checks to each of us shortly for letting them use our secret recipes in their frozen boxes! I'm expecting the biggest check. I need it now, so I can invest it and lose some more money! I haven't contributed enough to the economy lately.
While waiting for our dinner to digest and before moving on to the cake, Annabelle opened her presents. She did enjoy digging around in the big bags pulling out her goodies and she seemed to love everything she got. She got a travel bag of several puzzles, which she didn't have a problem putting together, a Fisher-Price toy, I think it was a Pet Shop, some books, a set for making cupcakes, ice cream, etc., a Fisher-Price camping set (she likes camping), a couple of Cherished Teddies collectibles and her yearly birthday Precious Moments collectible, and probably other stuff I've forgotten. The kid could start a toy store with all of the stash, but that's a different story.
After the toys were unwrapped and removed from their packages we were ready to tackle the cake. This time she chose to sit in her high chair. She very seldom uses it anymore, but for some reason this was the spot she chose this time. Maybe she remembers last year and that's where she celebrated with her cake? She is pretty smart and has a great memory, so I wouldn't put it past her to remember that.
Mommy brought on the cake, lit the candles and put it in front of her. She loved that cake. She dibbled and dabbled and blew spit all over the cake while she tried time and again to blow those candles out, over and over. She put her mark on all sides of the cake by dipping her little finger into the pretty pink border around the tip and sharing with first Mommy, then Daddy, then Nonnie and lastly Granddaddy. She did finally offer me so, but she knows I'm a bit picky about eating and drinking after anyone, even sweet little baby girls.
Mommy graciously offered to cut my slice from the other side of the cake, but how was I to know that wasn't the side she had licked the night before? So, I gave me and told her I would eat a piece off the same side the others ate from.
Now, if I get deathly ill or die from some germs contracted from that birthday cake...well, you know what I'm saying.
It was a delightful evening with a very delightful young lady. Thanks for letting us be a part of your pre-birthday celebration.
Mommy and Annabelle began the celebration by baking a delicious and beautiful cake. I thought Mommy was going to make a small one for Annabelle like she did last year, but she decided to make one big one all pretty and decorated for the family gathering. It had a cute little teddy bear, a dolly and a choo choo train, all representing some of her favorite things during the year.
Mommy had told me the night before that she had let her help frost the cake and apparently she loved the icing. She pre-warned me there might be a few cake licks underneath the frosting. Maybe I could have a lapse of memory between then and the time we eat the cake.
So, we loaded up the goodies for Annabelle, the all important camera and whatever else I had been asked to bring then we stopped by Costco to pick up the picture Mommy had phoned in earlier (When I went in to pick the order up they told me a large order was being processed and it would be probably 30-40 minutes before it would be ready. Mommy checked to see the due time and it was consistent so I opted to wait. Then Mommy called about twenty minutes later and said e-mail told her the order was processed, so I didn't have to wait so long after all.) Mommy had re-worked Annabelle's birthday invitations into a 12 X 12 scrapbooking page and changed the sentiment on it to reflect her thoughts about Annabelle's second birthday. Don't ask how much time or how much money that one page would be worth because based on her Mommy's hourly wage and the time she spent, Little Annabelle has a masterpiece worth more than a lot of famous painting. Her mother is such a perfectionist and nothing pleases her. And she wonders where her daughter gets it. Look in the mirror, Mommy.
On the road again...Then on a rainy night we finally headed down to see Annabelle. There were several accidents along the way and the radio said it would take a long time before the police could get out to investigate any accidents. That was some incentive to be more careful!) Maybe that's why we were delayed by the pictures. You can never underestimate the words of God. There had to be a reason other than just to irritate a grandmomma who was ready to see her sweet girl.
When we arrived Little Princess was still asleep from her afternoon nap. Very unusual because it was after 6:00. She never sleeps that late in the afternoon. But then again, dinner wasn't ready either. I guess she sensed it and decided to catch some extra snoozes.
Finally she awoke and Nonnie went in to get her up and dress her for the party. There sat a sweet little angel like you seldom see sitting quietly while Nonnie to ok her to potty, changed her clothes and Mommy prepared for battle while combing her hair. Oops, where did our usual fighting child go. Mommy combed her hair without a single whimper,a rare to never occurance, Nonnie and Daddy buttoned every button on that long dress and there must have been 80 buttons, while she sat quietly. I can't tell you the number of times I've had to chase a flying child around the house just to fast a shirt with two buttons on it, or comb that hair. But she was transformed.
Really transformed.
When dinner was ready Mommy tried to get her to sit in her booster seat. Nope, that wasn't happening even though she could barely see over the table top. She insisted on sitting "right cheer" in her chosen seat at the end of the table.
We enjoyed our meal of what Mommy has now dubbed as our traditional family meal of Lasagna, salad, rolls to be followed by special girl's birthday cake. Daddy told Mommy that lasagna recipe was a keeper, not to let it get lost. Nonnie claimed it was her secret recipe and not Mommy's. Grandmomma assured everybody it was indeed her very special recipe she falls back on when she needs a good easy dinner. She's been using it the longest and the mostest. Stouffer's will be cutting checks to each of us shortly for letting them use our secret recipes in their frozen boxes! I'm expecting the biggest check. I need it now, so I can invest it and lose some more money! I haven't contributed enough to the economy lately.
While waiting for our dinner to digest and before moving on to the cake, Annabelle opened her presents. She did enjoy digging around in the big bags pulling out her goodies and she seemed to love everything she got. She got a travel bag of several puzzles, which she didn't have a problem putting together, a Fisher-Price toy, I think it was a Pet Shop, some books, a set for making cupcakes, ice cream, etc., a Fisher-Price camping set (she likes camping), a couple of Cherished Teddies collectibles and her yearly birthday Precious Moments collectible, and probably other stuff I've forgotten. The kid could start a toy store with all of the stash, but that's a different story.
After the toys were unwrapped and removed from their packages we were ready to tackle the cake. This time she chose to sit in her high chair. She very seldom uses it anymore, but for some reason this was the spot she chose this time. Maybe she remembers last year and that's where she celebrated with her cake? She is pretty smart and has a great memory, so I wouldn't put it past her to remember that.
Mommy brought on the cake, lit the candles and put it in front of her. She loved that cake. She dibbled and dabbled and blew spit all over the cake while she tried time and again to blow those candles out, over and over. She put her mark on all sides of the cake by dipping her little finger into the pretty pink border around the tip and sharing with first Mommy, then Daddy, then Nonnie and lastly Granddaddy. She did finally offer me so, but she knows I'm a bit picky about eating and drinking after anyone, even sweet little baby girls.
Mommy graciously offered to cut my slice from the other side of the cake, but how was I to know that wasn't the side she had licked the night before? So, I gave me and told her I would eat a piece off the same side the others ate from.
Now, if I get deathly ill or die from some germs contracted from that birthday cake...well, you know what I'm saying.
It was a delightful evening with a very delightful young lady. Thanks for letting us be a part of your pre-birthday celebration.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Visit with Annabelle
We have had moments this week we haven't know whether or not we would be seeing Annabelle or not. Mom's schedule has been hectic to say the least, after all this is the week of Little Princesses' second birthday. She'll turn two on Saturday. It's so hard to believe. Seems we've had her forever, yet just yesterday. What a conflict of emotions!
Her Mommy mentioned that they had gone to Six Flags over the week end with the cousins, aunt, uncle and Nonnie. I asked her about her trip. She looks at me so pitiful and immediately breaks out into a big pitiful whine. I felt sorry for her until I realized that was her way of telling me she had been frightened by something. I still don't know exactly what, but after I asked her if that was what happened she said, "Yeah", so I knew something had scared her. She did love riding the choo choo chane. She really had a very good time and her Mommy said she had asked her the next day if she remembered what she had done on that day they went and she told her she went to White Water. Close enough.
Since she enjoys her picnics with us I thought it would be fun to take our picnic (Chick-fil-a) out to a nearby park we go to frequently. We had to eat first. No playing on the playground until after lunch because she would rather play than eat.
Granddaddy forgot to bring his chair, so he ate at the picnic table alone while Annabelle and I spread the tablecloth down on the ground nearby. Maybe that was my first mistake. I guess I should have had her sit at the table, but it seemed so far away from the table to the seat, so I opted for the ground.
She finished her juice before we even got to the park and luckily Granddaddy had gotten an extra cup of lemonade. She took her cup over to him and asked him to give her some of his. (I guess she knew the rule about Grandmomma sharing was still in effect so she didn't even bother asking me.) He gave her some and I guess that was her first time drinking her "bimma-nade". She liked it.
Various things caught her attention during our picnic. First she needed to check out the nearby water fountain. Then she needed to just romp and run to exercise her little legs and body.
Then she decided she would wander away to the bridge nearby, with me telling her firmly, "No, come back, Annabelle!" It's a little hard getting up off the ground, but I had to run after her to catch her. I warned her again severely that she was not to go onto that bridge until we had finished eating. She just laughs at me. You may remember an earlier post about the young woman whose two-year old was cooperating so nicely by holding onto the car door while she was a looong ways way. I still am baffled by that one.
She continued to jump up and down to run around and then she had to help by putting every tiny bit of trash into the trash can. She's helpful, and that'a alright.
She really wasn't very hungry. I think her tummy isn't feeling well, maybe because she's cutting those big bad teeth in the back of her little mouth. But she did finally wait for me to take her to the bridge after I had eaten.
She really loves playing on the playground equipment, but I fear she will fall off the sliding board and knock herself silly like her Grandmother did when she was in first grade and should have known better. She's a bit of a daredevil. Granddaddy was still packing the car when she decided to to up the slide. That meant I had to play both parts...stay behind her to make sure she didn't fall backwards and "catch me, Grandmomma!" as she flew down the slide. Her first time down she wasn't prepared and flew down the slide...well, she started down with quite a start that frightened her, but she managed to stick her foot out in time to slow herself down. She's good.
I took some pictures of her as she stuck her little body through one of the holes and almost dared me to let her fall. Another time she leaned over so very far with me doing my Grandmomma dance to keep her from falling. It's all funny to her as she leans forward, laughs and says, "Say Cheese!" Usually it's "Picture, picture, picture" when she wants you to make her picture. "Say Cheese" is new.
Good times have to end and the protests have to begin. Time to go home for a nap. Those are dirty words for Little Princess. She wants nothing to do with it. So, as soon as she was loosed from her carseat she made her way over to her little coupe car that was parked in the yard. Load it up with little fairies and their hats, sticks, stones and anything else to keep her occupied. Then she thought about the little rabbit I had bought earlier for her. She loaded him onto the front seat and pushed him around the yard. Had to mow the lawn for a while, fill the gas tank with leaves and more stones. Couldn't crank it. Sounded like something Grandmomma could do. Finally back to pushing her car...out onto the drive way and straight into Grandmomma and Granddaddy's car. Crash! Out falls poor little bunny rabbit, straight down onto the hard cement... and busted his little face. She didn't cry. We just picked up the pieces, carried him back to his resting place with his pieces inside and tried to hide the damage. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, having that little bunny for a friend. We have it in pictures for future memories...not the breaking of it, but the placing him intact in his favorite garden.
Finally got her into the house, shoes off, socks off, dress off, hair down and ready for naptime. Not! We sat and snuggled for a while until it was pretty clear she wasn't having any of that naptime mess. Finally, I told her Grandmomma was so very tired she really had to have a nap, so Annabelle had to have one, too. That was not a lie! I was really ready for a nap. So, she turned on her player, I turned on the noise maker and I put her into her bed, in a not-too-happy mood. But she was so tired she finally fell asleep. I'll bet it hasn't been too long since she's got into bed tonight.
Mommy came home but Granddaddy and I hung around for a while waiting for her to wake up. I didn't want to just disappear while she was napping. We got her up finally and went on some errands with all of us going. She was revitalized and ready to go where ever we went. In the store she would call out "Grandmommy" and I would answer, "Annabelle", back and forth. She wanted me to push her to other sections of the store while her mommy finished looking.
On the way home she kept telling me, "Bye, Grandmommy". Then I told her I really was going to leave her when we got back to her house. She wasn't really happy about that, but it was getting late, so we ended our day together outside.
She just amazes me. I love watching her grow every inch. Well, not really, I guess I could just let her grow in her sleep without watching her, but she is pure pleasure!
I love you sweet baby girl.
Her Mommy mentioned that they had gone to Six Flags over the week end with the cousins, aunt, uncle and Nonnie. I asked her about her trip. She looks at me so pitiful and immediately breaks out into a big pitiful whine. I felt sorry for her until I realized that was her way of telling me she had been frightened by something. I still don't know exactly what, but after I asked her if that was what happened she said, "Yeah", so I knew something had scared her. She did love riding the choo choo chane. She really had a very good time and her Mommy said she had asked her the next day if she remembered what she had done on that day they went and she told her she went to White Water. Close enough.
Since she enjoys her picnics with us I thought it would be fun to take our picnic (Chick-fil-a) out to a nearby park we go to frequently. We had to eat first. No playing on the playground until after lunch because she would rather play than eat.
Granddaddy forgot to bring his chair, so he ate at the picnic table alone while Annabelle and I spread the tablecloth down on the ground nearby. Maybe that was my first mistake. I guess I should have had her sit at the table, but it seemed so far away from the table to the seat, so I opted for the ground.
She finished her juice before we even got to the park and luckily Granddaddy had gotten an extra cup of lemonade. She took her cup over to him and asked him to give her some of his. (I guess she knew the rule about Grandmomma sharing was still in effect so she didn't even bother asking me.) He gave her some and I guess that was her first time drinking her "bimma-nade". She liked it.
Various things caught her attention during our picnic. First she needed to check out the nearby water fountain. Then she needed to just romp and run to exercise her little legs and body.
Then she decided she would wander away to the bridge nearby, with me telling her firmly, "No, come back, Annabelle!" It's a little hard getting up off the ground, but I had to run after her to catch her. I warned her again severely that she was not to go onto that bridge until we had finished eating. She just laughs at me. You may remember an earlier post about the young woman whose two-year old was cooperating so nicely by holding onto the car door while she was a looong ways way. I still am baffled by that one.
She continued to jump up and down to run around and then she had to help by putting every tiny bit of trash into the trash can. She's helpful, and that'a alright.
She really wasn't very hungry. I think her tummy isn't feeling well, maybe because she's cutting those big bad teeth in the back of her little mouth. But she did finally wait for me to take her to the bridge after I had eaten.
She really loves playing on the playground equipment, but I fear she will fall off the sliding board and knock herself silly like her Grandmother did when she was in first grade and should have known better. She's a bit of a daredevil. Granddaddy was still packing the car when she decided to to up the slide. That meant I had to play both parts...stay behind her to make sure she didn't fall backwards and "catch me, Grandmomma!" as she flew down the slide. Her first time down she wasn't prepared and flew down the slide...well, she started down with quite a start that frightened her, but she managed to stick her foot out in time to slow herself down. She's good.
I took some pictures of her as she stuck her little body through one of the holes and almost dared me to let her fall. Another time she leaned over so very far with me doing my Grandmomma dance to keep her from falling. It's all funny to her as she leans forward, laughs and says, "Say Cheese!" Usually it's "Picture, picture, picture" when she wants you to make her picture. "Say Cheese" is new.
Good times have to end and the protests have to begin. Time to go home for a nap. Those are dirty words for Little Princess. She wants nothing to do with it. So, as soon as she was loosed from her carseat she made her way over to her little coupe car that was parked in the yard. Load it up with little fairies and their hats, sticks, stones and anything else to keep her occupied. Then she thought about the little rabbit I had bought earlier for her. She loaded him onto the front seat and pushed him around the yard. Had to mow the lawn for a while, fill the gas tank with leaves and more stones. Couldn't crank it. Sounded like something Grandmomma could do. Finally back to pushing her car...out onto the drive way and straight into Grandmomma and Granddaddy's car. Crash! Out falls poor little bunny rabbit, straight down onto the hard cement... and busted his little face. She didn't cry. We just picked up the pieces, carried him back to his resting place with his pieces inside and tried to hide the damage. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, having that little bunny for a friend. We have it in pictures for future memories...not the breaking of it, but the placing him intact in his favorite garden.
Finally got her into the house, shoes off, socks off, dress off, hair down and ready for naptime. Not! We sat and snuggled for a while until it was pretty clear she wasn't having any of that naptime mess. Finally, I told her Grandmomma was so very tired she really had to have a nap, so Annabelle had to have one, too. That was not a lie! I was really ready for a nap. So, she turned on her player, I turned on the noise maker and I put her into her bed, in a not-too-happy mood. But she was so tired she finally fell asleep. I'll bet it hasn't been too long since she's got into bed tonight.
Mommy came home but Granddaddy and I hung around for a while waiting for her to wake up. I didn't want to just disappear while she was napping. We got her up finally and went on some errands with all of us going. She was revitalized and ready to go where ever we went. In the store she would call out "Grandmommy" and I would answer, "Annabelle", back and forth. She wanted me to push her to other sections of the store while her mommy finished looking.
On the way home she kept telling me, "Bye, Grandmommy". Then I told her I really was going to leave her when we got back to her house. She wasn't really happy about that, but it was getting late, so we ended our day together outside.
She just amazes me. I love watching her grow every inch. Well, not really, I guess I could just let her grow in her sleep without watching her, but she is pure pleasure!
I love you sweet baby girl.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Some 'this and thats'
Little Princess and her mother have been here for a couple of days and here are some thoughts about the visit:
The first day we all met up at McDaniel Farms which has a nice little picnic area. Nice and quiet without too much pedestrian traffic and quiet enough away from the road traffic. Little Princess really enjoys the picnics. She fed the birds and squirrels all the scraps she had dropped on the ground. She tried to attract the attention of the fellow picnickers with all her cuteness. She is a bundle of energy that must be expended by her round the table trips. She even shouted out, "Bye!" to one couple who was leaving. They loved it and told her they were coming back, which they did, when they met what appeared to be one of their daughters.
It was almost time for her nap and Mommy had to go in to work for the afternoon, but Granddaddy and I took time to walk Little Princess through the park, up to the house, picking up chestnuts, little fairies with their caps on and off (acorns, for those of you with no imagination!) and a few rocks along the way. It was just good fun Grandmomma/Granddaddy/Granddaughter time before she grows out of it.
She's becoming more and more interested in 'potty training'. We're trying to make it more fun for her without really pushing her. She's still a little young at this point, but she has her ambitions. She is rewarded with a sticker when she tee tees and we've decided maybe on giving her a bigger sticker when her ambitions are bigger. She gets to pick her sticker, which most of the time she promptly adds to someone's clothing or one of the baby dolls.
I suggested we start a notebook for her showing the date and letting her add her sticker to the book so she can see her progress. I wanted her to line them up properly in a neat little row, but for some reason her mommy didn't see a need for her to re-align them. Teach them right while they young, right? Little Princess decided she liked my idea better than her mommy's so she removed her sticker and placed it neater. Atta girl, baby. Another of your first rebellions against Mommy.Now this same mommy who didn't want me to have her do it correctly to begin with, insisted we note not only the date, but the time she earned the sticker. Well, you have to give in to some of her wild ideas sometimes, I guess.
One time we reminded her to go potty and she literally did a little jig in several places trying to get turned around so she could run. She was funny. Had to turn those corners and doing so in a hurry can be pretty complicated.
She'll get there. I had suggested earlier maybe she needed some big girl panties to encourage her. She's really catching on, but of course, still having accidents when she gets busy playing. That's all part of the game. She will learn, I have no doubt.
Her mommy has balked on getting her big girl panties, I think in part because she is afraid she's losing her baby. It is sorta sad. But we were going today to see about getting some, except it was raining so hard we just didn't want to get out into the bad weather.
Mommy thinks I should get into the middle of the 'dursing' problem and thinks I should encourage LP to give it up. She's got another good two weeks, and I don't see the reason to rush. Let's not warp the baby. But I did mention to her that big girls don't have to 'durse'. She says, "Baby Adie durses. Baby Ella durses." "But you aren't a baby anymore, are you?" Anyway, this conversation went on among the three of us with her carrying on a pretty good conversation. I don't know that we've really convinced her, but who knows.
She gets into the junk food stash she knows Granddaddy keeps around. This drives her mommy insane. They carried on quite a conversation with LP trying to convince her mommy she did, indeed, need something nice and junky before dinner.
I reminded her mother even though Little Princess can be pretty persistant, at least you know you aren't stiffling her future leadership skills. She won't be one to take no for an answer and that will go a long way in life in the future. Do we really want a world full of followers? Somebody has to take control and LP is certainly putting forth her best skills.
Back to the potty training for a second...at one point she was trying to get to the stash of junk food, running to the other room to find it, when her diaper started falling off. She runs back to us hollering and in a panic, "Di-pas down, my di-pas down!" But she continued to run toward us for help. And then it fell off, all the way. You had to be there to get the full impact,but it was completely hilarious and left me laughing a long time.
Everytime her mommy left out the door she would call out, "Bye, Mommy, bye,Mommy".
She doesn't mind staying without her mommy most of the time, however, she did have a small melt down the other night when Mommy came home. She had eaten but Mommy had not and she didn't take too kindly to waiting for her mommy to eat her food. She instantly said, "Hold you, Mommy, Hold you, Mommy!" That always cracks me up to hear one of the grandchildren say that and everyone of them has at one point. It's such a comfort to them to "Hold you, Mommy," or "Hold you, Ganmommy."
I think I mentioned earlier that she says she will be "free" her birthday. Well since that time she's learned she's going to be "two" and she's learned/learning how to tuck those fingers back behind each other and hold up those two little fingers. That's pretty hard to do, you know, in case you don't already know it. She really shows concentration in her little face as she continues to strive to hold those two fingers up. Gotta love that determination! She already been practicing blowing out those candles, and I think that's perfected.
And she's learning her name. That's no small accomplishment when you have a name as long as hers. She was very clear as she told me what her name was, then her mommy asked her what her last name was and after telling her, she remembered it. Then came adding the middle name. She was saying all three of her names without help. At one point I asked her if she had said her name was "Jezebel". That's the name of one of her mean kitties. She said, "No. Annabelle". One time it also came out as Daddabelle. I think we had just talked about where her daddy is. She said he was on "the choo choo chain". I wonder if she thinks Daddy never gets off that "choo choo chain" all week until they pick him up again at the end of the week. That's the last place she sees him every week end as he leaves for out of town work.
Her mommy also taught her what mommy's name is. That's important, I think, just in case a kid gets lost or needs help. They should know those things. It's a beginning point. Much later she asked her again what mommy's name was and surprisingly she knew. And mommy doesn't have an easy name to say, either.
If she's sitting in the high chair and I reach over and play with her leg, she says, "Itsy-bitsy boublala, Gandmomma" or something, which means, sing "Itsy, bitsy spider, Grandmomma". And of course, she is always full of "Read books to me, Grandmomma."
She slinging those words together in three and four words with little problems. She's just been silently storing them away until she's ready to let them out. Just like her Mommy did, once upon a time.
Another thing that happened, but something her mommy said has already happened when they were around her several weeks/months ago was when she and I were playing on the porch. She took one of her babies and tried to sit it in a little small chair. Baby's legs didn't bend easily so she was standing in the chair for a minute. Little Princess took her and gently reminded her, "Bottom, Baby." She's heard that enough in her life time...to sit on her bottom. She's such a good mommy. And she's a sweet Grandbaby, too.
The first day we all met up at McDaniel Farms which has a nice little picnic area. Nice and quiet without too much pedestrian traffic and quiet enough away from the road traffic. Little Princess really enjoys the picnics. She fed the birds and squirrels all the scraps she had dropped on the ground. She tried to attract the attention of the fellow picnickers with all her cuteness. She is a bundle of energy that must be expended by her round the table trips. She even shouted out, "Bye!" to one couple who was leaving. They loved it and told her they were coming back, which they did, when they met what appeared to be one of their daughters.
It was almost time for her nap and Mommy had to go in to work for the afternoon, but Granddaddy and I took time to walk Little Princess through the park, up to the house, picking up chestnuts, little fairies with their caps on and off (acorns, for those of you with no imagination!) and a few rocks along the way. It was just good fun Grandmomma/Granddaddy/Granddaughter time before she grows out of it.
She's becoming more and more interested in 'potty training'. We're trying to make it more fun for her without really pushing her. She's still a little young at this point, but she has her ambitions. She is rewarded with a sticker when she tee tees and we've decided maybe on giving her a bigger sticker when her ambitions are bigger. She gets to pick her sticker, which most of the time she promptly adds to someone's clothing or one of the baby dolls.
I suggested we start a notebook for her showing the date and letting her add her sticker to the book so she can see her progress. I wanted her to line them up properly in a neat little row, but for some reason her mommy didn't see a need for her to re-align them. Teach them right while they young, right? Little Princess decided she liked my idea better than her mommy's so she removed her sticker and placed it neater. Atta girl, baby. Another of your first rebellions against Mommy.Now this same mommy who didn't want me to have her do it correctly to begin with, insisted we note not only the date, but the time she earned the sticker. Well, you have to give in to some of her wild ideas sometimes, I guess.
One time we reminded her to go potty and she literally did a little jig in several places trying to get turned around so she could run. She was funny. Had to turn those corners and doing so in a hurry can be pretty complicated.
She'll get there. I had suggested earlier maybe she needed some big girl panties to encourage her. She's really catching on, but of course, still having accidents when she gets busy playing. That's all part of the game. She will learn, I have no doubt.
Her mommy has balked on getting her big girl panties, I think in part because she is afraid she's losing her baby. It is sorta sad. But we were going today to see about getting some, except it was raining so hard we just didn't want to get out into the bad weather.
Mommy thinks I should get into the middle of the 'dursing' problem and thinks I should encourage LP to give it up. She's got another good two weeks, and I don't see the reason to rush. Let's not warp the baby. But I did mention to her that big girls don't have to 'durse'. She says, "Baby Adie durses. Baby Ella durses." "But you aren't a baby anymore, are you?" Anyway, this conversation went on among the three of us with her carrying on a pretty good conversation. I don't know that we've really convinced her, but who knows.
She gets into the junk food stash she knows Granddaddy keeps around. This drives her mommy insane. They carried on quite a conversation with LP trying to convince her mommy she did, indeed, need something nice and junky before dinner.
I reminded her mother even though Little Princess can be pretty persistant, at least you know you aren't stiffling her future leadership skills. She won't be one to take no for an answer and that will go a long way in life in the future. Do we really want a world full of followers? Somebody has to take control and LP is certainly putting forth her best skills.
Back to the potty training for a second...at one point she was trying to get to the stash of junk food, running to the other room to find it, when her diaper started falling off. She runs back to us hollering and in a panic, "Di-pas down, my di-pas down!" But she continued to run toward us for help. And then it fell off, all the way. You had to be there to get the full impact,but it was completely hilarious and left me laughing a long time.
Everytime her mommy left out the door she would call out, "Bye, Mommy, bye,Mommy".
She doesn't mind staying without her mommy most of the time, however, she did have a small melt down the other night when Mommy came home. She had eaten but Mommy had not and she didn't take too kindly to waiting for her mommy to eat her food. She instantly said, "Hold you, Mommy, Hold you, Mommy!" That always cracks me up to hear one of the grandchildren say that and everyone of them has at one point. It's such a comfort to them to "Hold you, Mommy," or "Hold you, Ganmommy."
I think I mentioned earlier that she says she will be "free" her birthday. Well since that time she's learned she's going to be "two" and she's learned/learning how to tuck those fingers back behind each other and hold up those two little fingers. That's pretty hard to do, you know, in case you don't already know it. She really shows concentration in her little face as she continues to strive to hold those two fingers up. Gotta love that determination! She already been practicing blowing out those candles, and I think that's perfected.
And she's learning her name. That's no small accomplishment when you have a name as long as hers. She was very clear as she told me what her name was, then her mommy asked her what her last name was and after telling her, she remembered it. Then came adding the middle name. She was saying all three of her names without help. At one point I asked her if she had said her name was "Jezebel". That's the name of one of her mean kitties. She said, "No. Annabelle". One time it also came out as Daddabelle. I think we had just talked about where her daddy is. She said he was on "the choo choo chain". I wonder if she thinks Daddy never gets off that "choo choo chain" all week until they pick him up again at the end of the week. That's the last place she sees him every week end as he leaves for out of town work.
Her mommy also taught her what mommy's name is. That's important, I think, just in case a kid gets lost or needs help. They should know those things. It's a beginning point. Much later she asked her again what mommy's name was and surprisingly she knew. And mommy doesn't have an easy name to say, either.
If she's sitting in the high chair and I reach over and play with her leg, she says, "Itsy-bitsy boublala, Gandmomma" or something, which means, sing "Itsy, bitsy spider, Grandmomma". And of course, she is always full of "Read books to me, Grandmomma."
She slinging those words together in three and four words with little problems. She's just been silently storing them away until she's ready to let them out. Just like her Mommy did, once upon a time.
Another thing that happened, but something her mommy said has already happened when they were around her several weeks/months ago was when she and I were playing on the porch. She took one of her babies and tried to sit it in a little small chair. Baby's legs didn't bend easily so she was standing in the chair for a minute. Little Princess took her and gently reminded her, "Bottom, Baby." She's heard that enough in her life time...to sit on her bottom. She's such a good mommy. And she's a sweet Grandbaby, too.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Do they really listen to what you say?
Granddaddy and I were at a local Costco yesterday when the following took place. As we were pulling into our parking spot a couple were standing outside their car with their little girl who appeared to be Annabelle's age. I made the comment to Granddaddy to watch her because you never know which direction she might go.
After we were parked and got out of the car, I noticed the trunk was still open but neither parent was in view. Then I noticed the Daddy was walking back from parking his buggy which wasn't all that close by, maybe five or six cars away and on the opposite side of the road. I didn't see the mother or the little girl so I assumed they had gone on before, maybe back to the store for something. I was surprised to see the mother walking back behind the cars and even further away than the daddy...without the child. It was a bit shocking because I didn't see the child at all. Now bear in mind she was a tiny little girl around two years old, more or less.
Mommy called out to her. I turned around to see that baby standing by the back door of their car, holding onto the door handle.
If that child had wandered away from that car she could have been crushed by a car before anyone could have done anything about it. Remember, we didn't even see her once we got into our parking spot. Those parents totally relied on that little two-year old girl to do as they said.
Knowing my children and my grandchildren as I did/do I would never have taken my hand off of them for a split second. Children don't know enough about dangers to be able to make the decision to do what their parents tell them to do. It has nothing to do with whether or not you have control over your children. Children will still be children and even if the parents were still within eye-site of their child, they could never have stopped a disasterous ending, had that child made a made dash into traffic. Not only would those parents have been devastated; so would the person who hit the child.
It's so easy to see our children as being so much more mature than they really are. Especially when there are older siblings in the family. Maybe it was a cultural thing. Perhaps they expected more from their child than I think we can afford to expect from a two-year old. I just pray this family never has to live with a bad decision with this child. And yes, the mother said the child had just turned two. Just a month or so's difference in her and Annabelle. Under the best of circumstances it's a dangerous world for those little ones, and yes, there are times we've all trusted our kids a little too much. I also pray our little ones don't ever have to suffer from one moment of accidental neglect. But this wasn't an accidental neglect from my point of view.
After we were parked and got out of the car, I noticed the trunk was still open but neither parent was in view. Then I noticed the Daddy was walking back from parking his buggy which wasn't all that close by, maybe five or six cars away and on the opposite side of the road. I didn't see the mother or the little girl so I assumed they had gone on before, maybe back to the store for something. I was surprised to see the mother walking back behind the cars and even further away than the daddy...without the child. It was a bit shocking because I didn't see the child at all. Now bear in mind she was a tiny little girl around two years old, more or less.
Mommy called out to her. I turned around to see that baby standing by the back door of their car, holding onto the door handle.
If that child had wandered away from that car she could have been crushed by a car before anyone could have done anything about it. Remember, we didn't even see her once we got into our parking spot. Those parents totally relied on that little two-year old girl to do as they said.
Knowing my children and my grandchildren as I did/do I would never have taken my hand off of them for a split second. Children don't know enough about dangers to be able to make the decision to do what their parents tell them to do. It has nothing to do with whether or not you have control over your children. Children will still be children and even if the parents were still within eye-site of their child, they could never have stopped a disasterous ending, had that child made a made dash into traffic. Not only would those parents have been devastated; so would the person who hit the child.
It's so easy to see our children as being so much more mature than they really are. Especially when there are older siblings in the family. Maybe it was a cultural thing. Perhaps they expected more from their child than I think we can afford to expect from a two-year old. I just pray this family never has to live with a bad decision with this child. And yes, the mother said the child had just turned two. Just a month or so's difference in her and Annabelle. Under the best of circumstances it's a dangerous world for those little ones, and yes, there are times we've all trusted our kids a little too much. I also pray our little ones don't ever have to suffer from one moment of accidental neglect. But this wasn't an accidental neglect from my point of view.
Conversations between Little Princess and Grandmomma
Grandmomma: How old are you, Annabelle?
Annabelle: Free.
Grandmomma: You're free?
Annabelle: Yeah!
I get to keep her for free? No, she's just into the number "free" as she tries to hold her little fingers down or out or whatever. I saw her doing it first when she saw someone's fingers in a book or somewhere, so it inspired me to have this coversation with her.
She's only turning two, not "free" as she says, but she's trying her numbers out and loves it. Maybe she's just skipping the terrible twos?
Also, another conversation with her:
Grandmomma: What's your name, Annabelle?
Annabelle: Me
Grandmomma: But what's your name, Annabelle?
Annabelle: Me
We need to work with her on that. But she's really a very, very bright little girl. Don't question her intelligence...at all.
Conversation with Granddaddy and Annabelle:
Granddaddy: Whose foot is that?
Annabelle: Me
Granddaddy: I think it's "Mine".
Annabelle: No, Me.
Grandmomma: The word is "Mine". Your foot.
Annabelle: Yeah, mine!
She's really got that "Mine" word down already. She's just exercising her use of the word "me" for now.
The next time she did remember the right word was "mine" when she was asked.
So much fun to watch those little ones grow from visit to visit, day to day. They change so quickly. Just like the boys, she'll be up and gone before we know it. Makes me want to cry!
Annabelle: Free.
Grandmomma: You're free?
Annabelle: Yeah!
I get to keep her for free? No, she's just into the number "free" as she tries to hold her little fingers down or out or whatever. I saw her doing it first when she saw someone's fingers in a book or somewhere, so it inspired me to have this coversation with her.
She's only turning two, not "free" as she says, but she's trying her numbers out and loves it. Maybe she's just skipping the terrible twos?
Also, another conversation with her:
Grandmomma: What's your name, Annabelle?
Annabelle: Me
Grandmomma: But what's your name, Annabelle?
Annabelle: Me
We need to work with her on that. But she's really a very, very bright little girl. Don't question her intelligence...at all.
Conversation with Granddaddy and Annabelle:
Granddaddy: Whose foot is that?
Annabelle: Me
Granddaddy: I think it's "Mine".
Annabelle: No, Me.
Grandmomma: The word is "Mine". Your foot.
Annabelle: Yeah, mine!
She's really got that "Mine" word down already. She's just exercising her use of the word "me" for now.
The next time she did remember the right word was "mine" when she was asked.
So much fun to watch those little ones grow from visit to visit, day to day. They change so quickly. Just like the boys, she'll be up and gone before we know it. Makes me want to cry!
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