Mommy was feeling some better this morning and so was Annabelle, so I fixed them some scrambled eggs, grits and homemade biscuits. Well, OK, I don't do homemade anymore, so I'll confess they were really made from Bisquick, shhh, don't tell Mommy because she's so spoiled. They seemed glad to get something on their stomachs for a change, after being so very sick.
I even made a baby biscuit for the baby! She loved the idea, even though she only took a nibble or two. She giggled at the thoughts of a baby biscuit!
These thoughts are not in particular order,just trying to get them down.
At one point Mommy's phone started ringing and Annabelle ran toward the back saying, "Mommy's phone!, Mommy's phone!" She certainly has better hearing than I do because I didn't hear it. She was right. Mommy had left her phone in the back in the bedroom and she heard it before it even started ringing, I think. It was still buzzing!
Another time, when she was using her potty for what it was designed for instead of "frowing up" she picked up something I had on the edge of the tub. It was one of those handles that you see advertised on tv to help us old folks get in and out of the tub. It looked like a good idea at the time and I didn't realize it wouldn't hold well on my smaller tiles, so I had taken it down for safety reasons and left it on the tub. She grabs it up, holds it to her little ear and says, "Hello?" Yes, indeed it did look like an over-sized headphone from an old telephone.
Yesterday when she was getting very, very tired and ready for a much-needed nap (she really didn't get much more than a few short cat naps once she woke up sick) she had grabbed my hand and in her pitiful little plea begged, "Come pay with me Grandmomma, PLEASE, come pay with me." Over and over and I was about to break when her little hand slipped from my fingers and she fell to the floow and landed somehow on her tummy. She laid her head down still begging and started just boo hooing. It was so very very sad.
I asked her to let me hold her as I had been asking all along, but she refused earier then decided to let me hold her this time. We snuggled up close and I turned the television on to the musical instruments to help soothe her and put her to sleep. It worked and she was soon asleep in my arms. It wasn't the most comfortable position for either of us and she would stir occasionally, trying to get into a better position and crying out, but she managed to sleep for a good hour and a half.
She woke up a little grumpier than usual, but she still wanted to "pay" and we did.
One of her little people was missing. I thought there was a kid with a one, a two, and a three on their body someplace but I could only find 1 & 2. I set her out on a mission to find #3, but neither of us could find it, so I had about decided we only had 1 & 2 and maybe the school teacher and not #3.
We played again after her nap and I pulled out the 1 & 2 numbered kids and was playing with them. From out of the blue Annabelle pulls out another one and says, "Here's number free, Grandmomma!" And she was right. She had found the number 3kid and recognized the three one it, I suppose. How else would she had recognized it was a number three?
Well, she has been on the run with dirty diapers today. Guess that is the end result of this evil bug she's had. Sure hope so anyway. We probably changed four or more diapers this morning. Sure hope she doesn't get dehydrated.
Yesterday she would hardly drink anything. Guess she didn't want to drink it and have it come back up. She had not drank even one sippy cup of water and apple juice combined and usually she drinks lots of fluids during the day.
I pulled out a dropper and one of those medicine spoons and gave her a choice of which she would like to use because we had to get some fluid down her. She chose the spoon. So, we played the game of setting the timer, drinking at least two or three of the medicine spoons filled with juice/water, re-set the timer and repeat, until we started getting some more fluids in her. I let her hold the spoon and drink it herself, and yes, we most certainly did have a few accidents, a drop here and a drop there, but I can always clean the floor. Just get the fluids down here. And then we talked Granddaddy into going and gets some popsicles for her and Mommy. She ate a whole popsicle, a blue one which was her choice.
This afternoon when they got ready to leave, I decided I would not go out to the car with them since I was still in my housecoat. Yes, indeedy, I was. So I stayed inside and Granddaddy went out with them this time. He came rushing back into the house and said Annabelle wanted me to wave bye to her. Mommy said she wanted me to come out to the car and give her kisses. That's a little thing we do when she leaves each time. I always plant kisses in both her little hands and tell her to hold on to them until she needed them and when she feels lonely or sad, she opens her hands and takes out Grandmomma's loving kisses for her. She squenches up her little hands so tight to hold on to them until she needs them. Anyway, I had not given her the kisses she needed, so I had to go out for the world to see me in my housecoat! Anything for the sweetest little girl in the world!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
More random thoughts
I said Mommy went to bed sick last night. Well, this morning around 3:00 I heard a baby crying, hard, and still under my stupe I jumped out of bed and flew toward the bathroom to find out where and who the baby was. I opened the door to find Mommy and Annabelle in the bathroom with Mommy green around the gills and Annabelle screaming.They had both gotten up and were up-chucking.
Annabelle had gotten sick while sleeping and had managed to throw-um-up right in the corner of the pack and play. Her breakfast from yesterday morning. And probably her lunch from yesterday as well. It was not a pretty sight, then what was going on in the bathroom wasn't very pretty either, so I ripped the sheet from the pack and play and started washing them out. Of course, I couldn't find the spare sheet. Just my luck! I cleaned up the pack and play the best I could and then went back to help the sick and dying in the bathroom.
Mommy had had the sense to throw Teddy Bear overboard when she found Annabelle throwing up. That would have really been an ugly sight. She has to have her Teddy before she gets comforted from anything.
I found something for Mommy to keep by the side of the bed and sent her back to bed. I would take Annabelle back to the den and hold her for the rest of the morning. It would be easier to clean a wooden floor than carpeting. Annabelle was so sweet. I was surprised that she actually let me take her with me. She seemed to sense that Mommy couldn't take care of her right now, so she settled for me.
Mommy had a really rough time. She kept throwing up about every thirty minutes. (I'll bet she's having second thoughts about believing me when I told her how sick I was when I was expecting her brother! She just didn't think anybody could be that sick. They can be that sick. I speak from experience!) I felt so sorry for her, but I left her pretty much on her own throughout the night because I couldn't handle both of them at the same time and I figured she would be just fine without too much help.
Where was Granddaddy, you ask? He was in the bedroom f.a.s.t asleep. Or so he would leave you to believe, but I know better. I've experienced this man's ability to sleep when he thinks it best suits his needs. He got lots of experience with this when the kids were little. He could sleep through a tornado if the kids were throwing up.
Mommy kept wishing for a Sprite to calm her tummy but she didn't want to wake her Daddy to run out at 4:00 or 5:00, or whatever unearthly time it was.
Annabelle also threw up most of the night. I made the mistake of having her throw up in her little potty. Yes, it was clean. Yes, I had washed it, and No, she hadn't used it since it was washed. But it was a mistake because I carried it up front for her to continue to use. I'm telling you, you do what you have to do when you've got a sick baby on your hands.
I tried to get her to use one of those little plastic hospital throw-up catchers, but she was having nothing to do with it, so that meant she had put her little hands to her mouth to hold it in, then thrown up in the catcher and knocked my hand away as well as splashing the contents all over me, her and the floor. She was very adament. She would say loudly, "I'M DONE, I'M DONE!" I wasn't as confident as she was, but I tried not to aggrevate her too much.
We had kept a light burning in the background so I could see if she needed me. I watched that sweet little girl as she just stared into outer space and busily rubbed Teddy Bear's leg with that little hand of hers. I wondered what was going on in that sweet little brain of hers. She certainly didn't feel well and I'm guessing she thought if she didn't move she's be better off. But Teddy's leg sure got a good working out and I'm surprised he isn't sporting a leg with a rubbed through spot. She took her anxieties out on Teddy, but that's what he's for.
We made it through the night (the two of us) and finally around 7:30 or 8:00 after Mommy needed a Sprite again, I woke Granddaddy to get on the road picking up things for the sick. And as luck would have it, I had only four diapers left here that were Annabelle's size so I had to get some from the diaper bag. Granddaddy would have to make a run to Costco as soon as it opened later in the morning. We kept him busy running from here to there.
Finally aroud 6:30-7:00 a.m. Annabelle threw up one last time and then since it was time to get up, so she thought, she was ready to play. It's amazing how fast they seem to recover, while it takes us days to get over something.
I had told her not to bother her Mommy because Mommy was sick. She stood in front of me and said, "I sick, too!" Yes, she had been sick, indeed and she thought I was not acknowledging just how sick she was. Mommy would continue to hang her head over until late afternoon. Much later than Annabelle. I guess it just takes longer to pass through an adult than a little one, but I was so glad to see her feeling better.
She would have nothing less than for me to "Pay with me, Grandmomma, pay with me!"
And we did just that. Before lunch and when I was pretty sure she wasn't going to throw up anymore, I put her into the bathtub and washed her good along with her hair. I let her soak for a while while I scrubbed her soiled pajamas and soaked them in enzyme stuff, until I could get them into the washing machine.
Granddaddy dried her hair in he big-girl beauty parlor chair while I escaped to the bathroom for my own bath. We both really did need it after last night. Then it was time to start washing some of those clothes so she would have clean ones for tonight. Mommy had only brought one pair of pajamas along and normally we don't need them, but last night we did. So it was wash and dry time.
And since she had a white shirt on earlier it had to be handwashed. She also had a little red/pinkish top and bottom which also needed hand washing. That I finally threw into the wash with some like-colored clothes. She was ready for some clean clothes for nighttime and later.
One funny thing she said to me was "That one's different from the others." When I had asked her about something, she had recognized the difference, but had used her big fifty-cent word to tell me it was different.
Daddy got into town but Mommy wouldn't let him cover over because she didn't want him catching it, so they spent the night with us. We really didn't want Daddy to get sick. That stuff was really nasty!
Here's hoping we stay well, Granddaddy and I!
Annabelle had gotten sick while sleeping and had managed to throw-um-up right in the corner of the pack and play. Her breakfast from yesterday morning. And probably her lunch from yesterday as well. It was not a pretty sight, then what was going on in the bathroom wasn't very pretty either, so I ripped the sheet from the pack and play and started washing them out. Of course, I couldn't find the spare sheet. Just my luck! I cleaned up the pack and play the best I could and then went back to help the sick and dying in the bathroom.
Mommy had had the sense to throw Teddy Bear overboard when she found Annabelle throwing up. That would have really been an ugly sight. She has to have her Teddy before she gets comforted from anything.
I found something for Mommy to keep by the side of the bed and sent her back to bed. I would take Annabelle back to the den and hold her for the rest of the morning. It would be easier to clean a wooden floor than carpeting. Annabelle was so sweet. I was surprised that she actually let me take her with me. She seemed to sense that Mommy couldn't take care of her right now, so she settled for me.
Mommy had a really rough time. She kept throwing up about every thirty minutes. (I'll bet she's having second thoughts about believing me when I told her how sick I was when I was expecting her brother! She just didn't think anybody could be that sick. They can be that sick. I speak from experience!) I felt so sorry for her, but I left her pretty much on her own throughout the night because I couldn't handle both of them at the same time and I figured she would be just fine without too much help.
Where was Granddaddy, you ask? He was in the bedroom f.a.s.t asleep. Or so he would leave you to believe, but I know better. I've experienced this man's ability to sleep when he thinks it best suits his needs. He got lots of experience with this when the kids were little. He could sleep through a tornado if the kids were throwing up.
Mommy kept wishing for a Sprite to calm her tummy but she didn't want to wake her Daddy to run out at 4:00 or 5:00, or whatever unearthly time it was.
Annabelle also threw up most of the night. I made the mistake of having her throw up in her little potty. Yes, it was clean. Yes, I had washed it, and No, she hadn't used it since it was washed. But it was a mistake because I carried it up front for her to continue to use. I'm telling you, you do what you have to do when you've got a sick baby on your hands.
I tried to get her to use one of those little plastic hospital throw-up catchers, but she was having nothing to do with it, so that meant she had put her little hands to her mouth to hold it in, then thrown up in the catcher and knocked my hand away as well as splashing the contents all over me, her and the floor. She was very adament. She would say loudly, "I'M DONE, I'M DONE!" I wasn't as confident as she was, but I tried not to aggrevate her too much.
We had kept a light burning in the background so I could see if she needed me. I watched that sweet little girl as she just stared into outer space and busily rubbed Teddy Bear's leg with that little hand of hers. I wondered what was going on in that sweet little brain of hers. She certainly didn't feel well and I'm guessing she thought if she didn't move she's be better off. But Teddy's leg sure got a good working out and I'm surprised he isn't sporting a leg with a rubbed through spot. She took her anxieties out on Teddy, but that's what he's for.
We made it through the night (the two of us) and finally around 7:30 or 8:00 after Mommy needed a Sprite again, I woke Granddaddy to get on the road picking up things for the sick. And as luck would have it, I had only four diapers left here that were Annabelle's size so I had to get some from the diaper bag. Granddaddy would have to make a run to Costco as soon as it opened later in the morning. We kept him busy running from here to there.
Finally aroud 6:30-7:00 a.m. Annabelle threw up one last time and then since it was time to get up, so she thought, she was ready to play. It's amazing how fast they seem to recover, while it takes us days to get over something.
I had told her not to bother her Mommy because Mommy was sick. She stood in front of me and said, "I sick, too!" Yes, she had been sick, indeed and she thought I was not acknowledging just how sick she was. Mommy would continue to hang her head over until late afternoon. Much later than Annabelle. I guess it just takes longer to pass through an adult than a little one, but I was so glad to see her feeling better.
She would have nothing less than for me to "Pay with me, Grandmomma, pay with me!"
And we did just that. Before lunch and when I was pretty sure she wasn't going to throw up anymore, I put her into the bathtub and washed her good along with her hair. I let her soak for a while while I scrubbed her soiled pajamas and soaked them in enzyme stuff, until I could get them into the washing machine.
Granddaddy dried her hair in he big-girl beauty parlor chair while I escaped to the bathroom for my own bath. We both really did need it after last night. Then it was time to start washing some of those clothes so she would have clean ones for tonight. Mommy had only brought one pair of pajamas along and normally we don't need them, but last night we did. So it was wash and dry time.
And since she had a white shirt on earlier it had to be handwashed. She also had a little red/pinkish top and bottom which also needed hand washing. That I finally threw into the wash with some like-colored clothes. She was ready for some clean clothes for nighttime and later.
One funny thing she said to me was "That one's different from the others." When I had asked her about something, she had recognized the difference, but had used her big fifty-cent word to tell me it was different.
Daddy got into town but Mommy wouldn't let him cover over because she didn't want him catching it, so they spent the night with us. We really didn't want Daddy to get sick. That stuff was really nasty!
Here's hoping we stay well, Granddaddy and I!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Random thoughts
Annabelle and her Mommy came to visit today and spend the night since Daddy is out of town until tomorrow. We ate out at lunch today and Annabelle ate a pretty good dinner. Supper was another story. Her tummy wasn't too much in the mood for food.
Mommy said she had awakened from her nap yesterday and had a bad case of diahrrea but she thought it might be other problems.She doesn't have a temperature and she has been playing well. She did take a nap at our house today and slept for about 2 hours or more. Unusual for her lately. She doesn't want to take a nap here anymore. She's way too busy.
Mommy got her down for the night and then went to the office. She had some work she needed to get done and was planning to spend a couple of hours accomplishing those tasks, but about an hour after she got there she called and said she was coming home. She was very, very sick. Her tummy was hurting and she felt nasueated.
When she came into the house she was really suffering, so she made her way to bed, very sick.
Mommy said she had awakened from her nap yesterday and had a bad case of diahrrea but she thought it might be other problems.She doesn't have a temperature and she has been playing well. She did take a nap at our house today and slept for about 2 hours or more. Unusual for her lately. She doesn't want to take a nap here anymore. She's way too busy.
Mommy got her down for the night and then went to the office. She had some work she needed to get done and was planning to spend a couple of hours accomplishing those tasks, but about an hour after she got there she called and said she was coming home. She was very, very sick. Her tummy was hurting and she felt nasueated.
When she came into the house she was really suffering, so she made her way to bed, very sick.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
It was not just your ordinary day...
She walked over to me pushing her walker ahead of her. I thought she had a question so I stopped in front of her. She asked me for directions to a street on a card she was carrying in her wallet. I could only semi-guess at the street. I knew the streets around the area, but that particular one I wasn't positive about. I asked her if she had driven her car over and where she had parked. She assured me she had walked, not driven, but she had gotten turned around and couldn't find her way back to her house.
Confused, she looked across the very busy, possibly six-laned street beside us and said, "I don't think I crossed over that road over there." To which I assured her, I didn't think she had crossed that road either! She surely would have been riding in the back of an ambulance or worse, had she tried to cross that busy road under the best of circumstances.
So, she thanked me, and I continued on my way into the donut shop to get two of our remaining free donuts using the coupons left over from Christmas. (Yes, dear daughter, we still have some remaining and Miss Annabelle can now share another dozen with us using coupons for Valentines Day which they gave us as we were leaving.) But, it kept nagging at my very soul. How could I have left that little lady there knowing she didn't know where she was nor how to get back home. That was pure heartless.
We finished picking out our donuts and I told Granddaddy what had happened. We both agreed we needed to do what we could to find her and get her back home. I had peeked out of the donut store earlier and had seen her a long ways across the parking lot. I have to say, she may have been pushing a walker, but that little lady wasn't let any grass grow under her little feet. She was flat-out moving!
So, she had a good head start on us by the time we got back outside, and she was no where in sight when we headed out looking for her. I jokingly told my sister to be on the listen out in case she didn't hear from us. This would be the starting point in case we disappeared from the face of the earth. You never know what scenario can be unraveling even when you think you are doing a good deed. She could have had a partner in crime. After all, she was a pretty fast moving woman.
We drove by the last place I had seen her. She was no where to be found. We looked up and down the street that turned off of the busier street. That street was almost as dangerous as the first one. I had told her the less busy street was probably the one she had come up, and that was why she had headed that way. Maybe she had popped into the bank for directions? Maybe she was half-way home by now? We had no idea so we headed up the road I had sent her on and even down the road she was still no where to be found.
My heart sank and I was really beginning to feel pretty miserable that I had not insisted or at the minimum, offered to take her home when we finished getting our donuts.
We turned around and headed back to the shopping center hoping against hope that we would find her. As I looked at the side of the road where I thought she had come from, I began to have my doubts. The side of the road wasn't paved where she would have walked and it was rough looking where she would have gone with her walker.
Shortly after turning into the shopping center, I saw the spunky little lady talking to a man who was trying to put up a sign or something. He were trying to give her directions, and from the movements of his arms I could tell his directions were opposite from the ones I had given her. We pulled up behind them, I got out of the car and as soon as she saw my face it was as though she had known me forever. I thanked the man giving her directions and told him we would make sure she found her way home.
I asked her if we could take her home in our car. She was not hesitant in the least. I helped her into the front seat, put her walker into the trunk and we fastened her into the front seatbelt and started our search for her street address.
It wasn't the street I had thought it was, so we went down the road further. Nothing looked familiar to her, so we turned around and headed back down the original road I had thought it was. Then we came to the street she lived on, we just didn't know which way to turn. Still nothing really looked familiar to her, but we turned the right way and finally found her residence.
As we pulled into the front of the building a man came out the front door, headed for his car, and saw her sitting in the front seat. He gave her a quick wave and came over to speak to her. I was so relieved to find we really had found her residence. The man said he thought we were relatives and were bringing her back.
All the way back to finding her place she kept saying over and over, "Oh, I'm so embarassed!" "This keeps reminding me of the commercial I saw just last night about the man and woman in the bowling alley and she gets lost!" She truly was very embarassed. I felt so very sorry for her.
Her daughter had put a card printed in large print with her house number, apt. #, etc. so she knew what her address was when she handed me the card. I had asked if she had a phone number of someone I could call, but she would have none of that. I noticed that she had an ICE number below the address information. I asked her permission to call the number. At first she told me it was her home number and nobody was there because she was here with us! I pointed out to her that it was an ICE number (in case of emergency) so it must be someone to call for help, but she was still not buying that, so I didn't think she needed to be aggravated or frightened anymore than she already was, so I dropped that idea. But, I am concerned about her in the future. Maybe she was afraid her freedom would be over if I called her daughter. She had her reasons.
She told us she had been here for seven months having moved down here from an upper northern state. She had just gone for a nice walk this morning and as we found out when we left her house, she really hadn't gone all that far at all. She really would have gone for a nice long walk if she had followed my directions! I am so thankful we found her and gave her a ride home.
Tonight would have been a very long night with lots of tossing and turning if we had left that little lady out on the street by herself. I'm not sure I could have lived with myself.
Sleep well tonight yourself, Miss Ann. And be careful how you venture out of your area. There's no telling how many evil people you can run into. And I'm glad you weren't up to no good yourself! You were a pleasure to meet and talk to. And you weren't a bother at all! No matter how much you thought you were.
Confused, she looked across the very busy, possibly six-laned street beside us and said, "I don't think I crossed over that road over there." To which I assured her, I didn't think she had crossed that road either! She surely would have been riding in the back of an ambulance or worse, had she tried to cross that busy road under the best of circumstances.
So, she thanked me, and I continued on my way into the donut shop to get two of our remaining free donuts using the coupons left over from Christmas. (Yes, dear daughter, we still have some remaining and Miss Annabelle can now share another dozen with us using coupons for Valentines Day which they gave us as we were leaving.) But, it kept nagging at my very soul. How could I have left that little lady there knowing she didn't know where she was nor how to get back home. That was pure heartless.
We finished picking out our donuts and I told Granddaddy what had happened. We both agreed we needed to do what we could to find her and get her back home. I had peeked out of the donut store earlier and had seen her a long ways across the parking lot. I have to say, she may have been pushing a walker, but that little lady wasn't let any grass grow under her little feet. She was flat-out moving!
So, she had a good head start on us by the time we got back outside, and she was no where in sight when we headed out looking for her. I jokingly told my sister to be on the listen out in case she didn't hear from us. This would be the starting point in case we disappeared from the face of the earth. You never know what scenario can be unraveling even when you think you are doing a good deed. She could have had a partner in crime. After all, she was a pretty fast moving woman.
We drove by the last place I had seen her. She was no where to be found. We looked up and down the street that turned off of the busier street. That street was almost as dangerous as the first one. I had told her the less busy street was probably the one she had come up, and that was why she had headed that way. Maybe she had popped into the bank for directions? Maybe she was half-way home by now? We had no idea so we headed up the road I had sent her on and even down the road she was still no where to be found.
My heart sank and I was really beginning to feel pretty miserable that I had not insisted or at the minimum, offered to take her home when we finished getting our donuts.
We turned around and headed back to the shopping center hoping against hope that we would find her. As I looked at the side of the road where I thought she had come from, I began to have my doubts. The side of the road wasn't paved where she would have walked and it was rough looking where she would have gone with her walker.
Shortly after turning into the shopping center, I saw the spunky little lady talking to a man who was trying to put up a sign or something. He were trying to give her directions, and from the movements of his arms I could tell his directions were opposite from the ones I had given her. We pulled up behind them, I got out of the car and as soon as she saw my face it was as though she had known me forever. I thanked the man giving her directions and told him we would make sure she found her way home.
I asked her if we could take her home in our car. She was not hesitant in the least. I helped her into the front seat, put her walker into the trunk and we fastened her into the front seatbelt and started our search for her street address.
It wasn't the street I had thought it was, so we went down the road further. Nothing looked familiar to her, so we turned around and headed back down the original road I had thought it was. Then we came to the street she lived on, we just didn't know which way to turn. Still nothing really looked familiar to her, but we turned the right way and finally found her residence.
As we pulled into the front of the building a man came out the front door, headed for his car, and saw her sitting in the front seat. He gave her a quick wave and came over to speak to her. I was so relieved to find we really had found her residence. The man said he thought we were relatives and were bringing her back.
All the way back to finding her place she kept saying over and over, "Oh, I'm so embarassed!" "This keeps reminding me of the commercial I saw just last night about the man and woman in the bowling alley and she gets lost!" She truly was very embarassed. I felt so very sorry for her.
Her daughter had put a card printed in large print with her house number, apt. #, etc. so she knew what her address was when she handed me the card. I had asked if she had a phone number of someone I could call, but she would have none of that. I noticed that she had an ICE number below the address information. I asked her permission to call the number. At first she told me it was her home number and nobody was there because she was here with us! I pointed out to her that it was an ICE number (in case of emergency) so it must be someone to call for help, but she was still not buying that, so I didn't think she needed to be aggravated or frightened anymore than she already was, so I dropped that idea. But, I am concerned about her in the future. Maybe she was afraid her freedom would be over if I called her daughter. She had her reasons.
She told us she had been here for seven months having moved down here from an upper northern state. She had just gone for a nice walk this morning and as we found out when we left her house, she really hadn't gone all that far at all. She really would have gone for a nice long walk if she had followed my directions! I am so thankful we found her and gave her a ride home.
Tonight would have been a very long night with lots of tossing and turning if we had left that little lady out on the street by herself. I'm not sure I could have lived with myself.
Sleep well tonight yourself, Miss Ann. And be careful how you venture out of your area. There's no telling how many evil people you can run into. And I'm glad you weren't up to no good yourself! You were a pleasure to meet and talk to. And you weren't a bother at all! No matter how much you thought you were.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy
I failed to get pictures of Annabelle the first time Granddaddy and I took her to Krispy Kreme Donuts, so when she came to visit today it was only right that we should take her in for a repeat.
This time Mommy was with us and we had to do a little manipulating Mommy to be able to go for the photoshoots and our tasty donuts. Mommy was reluctant. She thought it was too close to dinner and didn't want to mess up her meal. Finally, after looking pitiful for a while, she finally gave in...just this once, so it was off to Krispy Kreme for our donuts.
This is the donut Annabelle chose. It's very appropriate since it's a heart-shaped donut and we can celebrate Valentine's a little early. It is covered with beautiful pink and red sprinkles and she loves those pretty sprinkles.
Just look at those beautiful eyelashes. Yep, that's a tiny crumb on that sweet face. She couldn't wait for us to take pictures. I don't blame her.
Ohh, I can hardly wait to dig in:
This really is just as good as it looks!
This one donut was worth giving up a whole meal for, Mommy. She loved every bite of it and I'm saving a coupon for her next visit.
Hmm, looks like I need to practice making my pictures smaller. It's been a long, long time!
She's as sweet as that donut and just looking at her picture makes me wish I could just scoop her up and kiss that beautiful little girl. Can you guess I'm in love with my sweet little two and a half year old? Who wouldn't love that face and her sweet little personality?
This time Mommy was with us and we had to do a little manipulating Mommy to be able to go for the photoshoots and our tasty donuts. Mommy was reluctant. She thought it was too close to dinner and didn't want to mess up her meal. Finally, after looking pitiful for a while, she finally gave in...just this once, so it was off to Krispy Kreme for our donuts.
This is the donut Annabelle chose. It's very appropriate since it's a heart-shaped donut and we can celebrate Valentine's a little early. It is covered with beautiful pink and red sprinkles and she loves those pretty sprinkles.
Just look at those beautiful eyelashes. Yep, that's a tiny crumb on that sweet face. She couldn't wait for us to take pictures. I don't blame her.
Ohh, I can hardly wait to dig in:
This really is just as good as it looks!
This one donut was worth giving up a whole meal for, Mommy. She loved every bite of it and I'm saving a coupon for her next visit.
Hmm, looks like I need to practice making my pictures smaller. It's been a long, long time!
She's as sweet as that donut and just looking at her picture makes me wish I could just scoop her up and kiss that beautiful little girl. Can you guess I'm in love with my sweet little two and a half year old? Who wouldn't love that face and her sweet little personality?
She's better than a key finder...
I had forgotten a funny that happened the last time Annabelle was over and thought I would add it here. Mommy was on the computer and didn't hear the cellphone ringing. She's usually the first to hear it, but this time we heard it. We told her it was ringing and by that time it had gone from its buzz to the ring-a-ling-a-line which meant it had been ringing for a while.
Everybody was searching frantically to find that darn phone. Not here, not there, where oh where is the phone? Little Annabelle pointed over to Granddaddy's chair and said, "In the diaper bag." Granddaddy denied sitting on the diaper bag even as we tried to remove him. The man can sit/sleep anywhere without it bothering him in the least. The story about the princess and the pea definitely wasn't written about him, even if he does consider himself the tough guy, the prince/king instead of a sweet tender little princess.
Everybody was searching frantically to find that darn phone. Not here, not there, where oh where is the phone? Little Annabelle pointed over to Granddaddy's chair and said, "In the diaper bag." Granddaddy denied sitting on the diaper bag even as we tried to remove him. The man can sit/sleep anywhere without it bothering him in the least. The story about the princess and the pea definitely wasn't written about him, even if he does consider himself the tough guy, the prince/king instead of a sweet tender little princess.
Everybody needs a good hug
This morning during our usual walk around the mall, my sister and I noticed the bookstore that had been slowly closing appeared to be reaching the end, so we walked in to check out what we couldn't live without.
Right in the front of the store I was greeted by a cute little teddy bear. I just knew this would be the teddy that would replace Annabelle's beloved teddy when he needed a good wash and drying. He can't be dried in the dryer because he's so very tender. It's difficult for her to be without Teddy when she goes out the door, or down for a nap or bedtime. I thought a substiute would be just what she needed. And this teddy was an adorable teddy. So for $2.00 I decided he needed to come home with me to become Annabelle's second loved teddy.
The school for special needs students usually comes into the mall several times a week and the kids browse around. It gives them a heads up on learning to live a life independently or semi-independently later in years. When she saw I had picked up one of the teddy bears, a young girl came over to me with her own teddy clutched closely to her chest. She struck up a conversation with me, wanting to know if I was going to get one, etc. and sharing with me that her own Grandmother had died the week before. She was very sad and kept hugging the little bear. She said she needed something to help her make it through missing her Grandmother and she expressed to me how much she had missed her Grandmother. She wanted to know if I was a grandmother and I told her that I was.
I left her at the front of the store, still clinging to the bear and continued around the store looking at different things. Then young girl walked over to a lady and asked if she had $1.12. She had just exactly half what she needed to buy her teddy to provide her the comfort she needed while helping her adjust to the loss of her own Grandmother. The lady pulled out her wallet and found the money to make up the difference for her teddy.
The young girl was so very excited to be able to purchase her own teddy. And all it took was a simple act of kindness, all from one stranger to another. And another Teddy got a new home and lots of loving from a special young woman.
As for my teddy bear for Annabelle...I gave her the bag to open and I was expecting her to be so excited over getting another teddy. Was I surprised by her reaction. I asked if she wanted to take it home with her and she shook her little head, No. This one just wasn't the one that fit comfortably in the arms of a 2 1/2 year old little girl. This one just couldn't be counted on to take good care of her paci like her real Teddy does. This one was more a show teddy. Annabelle's Teddy was more real. More raggedy. And he has just the right smells she feels most comfortable with.
Right in the front of the store I was greeted by a cute little teddy bear. I just knew this would be the teddy that would replace Annabelle's beloved teddy when he needed a good wash and drying. He can't be dried in the dryer because he's so very tender. It's difficult for her to be without Teddy when she goes out the door, or down for a nap or bedtime. I thought a substiute would be just what she needed. And this teddy was an adorable teddy. So for $2.00 I decided he needed to come home with me to become Annabelle's second loved teddy.
The school for special needs students usually comes into the mall several times a week and the kids browse around. It gives them a heads up on learning to live a life independently or semi-independently later in years. When she saw I had picked up one of the teddy bears, a young girl came over to me with her own teddy clutched closely to her chest. She struck up a conversation with me, wanting to know if I was going to get one, etc. and sharing with me that her own Grandmother had died the week before. She was very sad and kept hugging the little bear. She said she needed something to help her make it through missing her Grandmother and she expressed to me how much she had missed her Grandmother. She wanted to know if I was a grandmother and I told her that I was.
I left her at the front of the store, still clinging to the bear and continued around the store looking at different things. Then young girl walked over to a lady and asked if she had $1.12. She had just exactly half what she needed to buy her teddy to provide her the comfort she needed while helping her adjust to the loss of her own Grandmother. The lady pulled out her wallet and found the money to make up the difference for her teddy.
The young girl was so very excited to be able to purchase her own teddy. And all it took was a simple act of kindness, all from one stranger to another. And another Teddy got a new home and lots of loving from a special young woman.
As for my teddy bear for Annabelle...I gave her the bag to open and I was expecting her to be so excited over getting another teddy. Was I surprised by her reaction. I asked if she wanted to take it home with her and she shook her little head, No. This one just wasn't the one that fit comfortably in the arms of a 2 1/2 year old little girl. This one just couldn't be counted on to take good care of her paci like her real Teddy does. This one was more a show teddy. Annabelle's Teddy was more real. More raggedy. And he has just the right smells she feels most comfortable with.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!...Shake your...
cookie. Today is Granddaddy's birthday. Happy Birthday, Granddaddy. What better way to celebrate his birthday than visiting the one grandchild who isn't busy with school or daycare? We are so blessed, indeed, to be able to spend these moments, days, etc. with her.
So, it was off to her house with plans to eat at Spaghetti Warehouse, my favorite place for Eggplant Parmesan. (My daughter suggested maybe next time we could split a meal. What? I don't split Eggplan Parmesan with anyone! I like having another meal out of it later. Get your own!)
We got to their house and found Annabelle and her Mommy baking cookies for Granddaddy's birthday. Oatmeal cookies...Grandmother B's (Mommy's Grandmother B's) scrumptious, long-time favorite oatmeal cookies. This recipe can't be beat for sure. Our very favorite recipe.
After the final batch of cookies came out of the oven we made our way over to Spaghetti Warehouse for our lunch and then after pouting for a while, we went on over to one of my very favorite stamp stores. It has a huge selection of the neatest rubber stamps and you had better hold onto your cash or charge card when you are in there.
I found a card that had been made and was on display. Hmmm, wonder where that stamp is. It has great potential! I took it to the cash register and asked where I could find the stamp. The female owner looked at the card and said, "Well, it's made up of, let me see...one, two, three, four, five, six (and maybe she said seven) different stamps. I can show you the ones that were used." I might add the stamps ranged in price from as little as $4.50 up to $9.50 or more. I think the cheapest one was $4.50. And it was tiny! (So, if you get a handmade card from me, just be very thankful because there is much more than lots of time in making it. It's pretty expensive, too! So, just enjoy anything you get from me. I try, really, I do.)
The owner volunteered to show us the method used for making the card, which I lapped up immediately. She made it seem so simple and pretty. Did it in no time at all. I looked through the stamps trying to decide which ones I really couldn't live without so I could make a decent looking card. I already had some that I thought might work, so I eliminated those. Still, I managed to walk away (Wait, that sounds like I stole them. I didn't. I definitely paid for them...dearly.)with I think five really cute stamps I can't find locally. Oh, I definitely found more than that. She showed us another card she had done and framed, which peaked my interest, but after mentally tallying up the price I decided to make that my next purchase.
When my daughter and I returned to the car, Annabelle said, "Can I see the stamps, Grandmomma?" Her Mommy was so surprised. She said, "How did you know there were stamps in that bag?" Well, I guess she knows her Grandmomma and knows she can't turn down a cute stamp!
By this time it was beginning to be the "witching hour", as my best friend would say. But since it is officially a holiday today, traffic moved on and we went to Annabelle's house for some good old cookies!
We were standing in the kitchen, enjoying our cookies, and I, completely subconsciously took a bite of my cookie, held it over the sink and shook it to keep the crumbs from dropping onto the floor. I looked down and saw that sweet little face looking at me. I didn't think anything about it very much and she walks over to the sink and puts her cookie over the sink. I thought she was going to drop it into the water so I started to correct her before she lost her cookie to the dirty water in the sink. Then I realized she was trying to shake her cookie crumbs into the sink just like she had seen her Grandmomma do! Now how sweet is that? And scary! She did it several more times.
It made me think of seeing people driving down the road with their cigarettes hanging over the slightly rolled down window, careful not to let the smoke come back into their car. They will share it with anyone driving alongside of them, but can't stand it in their car.
And I wonder just how much our children are influenced by seeing just such outside happenings that we have no control whatsoever over. Very sad. Makes me want to tell them what I think of their rudeness. But I can't because somehow they have the "right" to pollute my air while driving alongside me.
That really wasn't where I had intended the blog to go because I know I can't stop that, but I do know I and others close to us have to be careful what we do because those little eyes are watching our ever move. E.v.e.r.y m.o.v.e! As I said before, scary!
It was a great day. I ended it by pulling out my beautiful stamps, held them in my hands, admiring each perfect etch, and then I pulled out my paper, ink, brushes and used one of them to satisfy my creative (or lack of) abilities and pretended I could do the technique just as well as the stamp store owner.
Oh the joys of an expensive hobby. But, as the stampers creed says, "It's cheaper than therapy!" I'm not sure about that, but it does satisfy something. Sometimes I remember what my youngest niece said one day when we were talking about our stamping addiction. She said she thought it was because she didn't get to color as much during her childhood and she was making up for it now. I'm with her. I didn't have access to my own crayons when I was younger. I only had school issued ones and we had to leave them at school. There's just not enough time during the school day to express your feelings and you can't do it at home when you don't own your own box of crayons.
Wipe the tears from your eyes, now because now I can buy my own crayons. I can buy my own colored pencils by the hundreds,from every company, in every color, my own boxes of water colored pencils or crayons, more stamps than will ever be touched by ink, and any other means of expressing myself I desire. And I do...just because I can.
When I'm on a buying spree my daughter always mutters under her breath, "There she goes again, spending my inheritance." I hate to burst her bubble by telling her there will be no inheritance, even if I didn't have such an addiction. Maybe she can put all my fun stuff on e-bay when I'm dead. She may have a small inheritance there. Just wait until I'm dead and gone. I'm having way too much fun. Talentless or not.
And Happy Birthday, Granddaddy! I sure hope you enjoy your birthday present. You know, the stamps I bought today? They bought you a little freedom from me while I'm playing!
Let's see...I have a birthday coming up in about two weeks. Maybe I'll plan to eat at Spaghetti Warehouse again and then make another trip over to...Shhh! don't tell Granddaddy! I might be able to pick up a few more of those cute stamps for my, I mean, an added birthday present for him!
Hey, I'm doing my best to help stimulate this economy! It really needs it and I think I can contribute quite nicely to it!
So, it was off to her house with plans to eat at Spaghetti Warehouse, my favorite place for Eggplant Parmesan. (My daughter suggested maybe next time we could split a meal. What? I don't split Eggplan Parmesan with anyone! I like having another meal out of it later. Get your own!)
We got to their house and found Annabelle and her Mommy baking cookies for Granddaddy's birthday. Oatmeal cookies...Grandmother B's (Mommy's Grandmother B's) scrumptious, long-time favorite oatmeal cookies. This recipe can't be beat for sure. Our very favorite recipe.
After the final batch of cookies came out of the oven we made our way over to Spaghetti Warehouse for our lunch and then after pouting for a while, we went on over to one of my very favorite stamp stores. It has a huge selection of the neatest rubber stamps and you had better hold onto your cash or charge card when you are in there.
I found a card that had been made and was on display. Hmmm, wonder where that stamp is. It has great potential! I took it to the cash register and asked where I could find the stamp. The female owner looked at the card and said, "Well, it's made up of, let me see...one, two, three, four, five, six (and maybe she said seven) different stamps. I can show you the ones that were used." I might add the stamps ranged in price from as little as $4.50 up to $9.50 or more. I think the cheapest one was $4.50. And it was tiny! (So, if you get a handmade card from me, just be very thankful because there is much more than lots of time in making it. It's pretty expensive, too! So, just enjoy anything you get from me. I try, really, I do.)
The owner volunteered to show us the method used for making the card, which I lapped up immediately. She made it seem so simple and pretty. Did it in no time at all. I looked through the stamps trying to decide which ones I really couldn't live without so I could make a decent looking card. I already had some that I thought might work, so I eliminated those. Still, I managed to walk away (Wait, that sounds like I stole them. I didn't. I definitely paid for them...dearly.)with I think five really cute stamps I can't find locally. Oh, I definitely found more than that. She showed us another card she had done and framed, which peaked my interest, but after mentally tallying up the price I decided to make that my next purchase.
When my daughter and I returned to the car, Annabelle said, "Can I see the stamps, Grandmomma?" Her Mommy was so surprised. She said, "How did you know there were stamps in that bag?" Well, I guess she knows her Grandmomma and knows she can't turn down a cute stamp!
By this time it was beginning to be the "witching hour", as my best friend would say. But since it is officially a holiday today, traffic moved on and we went to Annabelle's house for some good old cookies!
We were standing in the kitchen, enjoying our cookies, and I, completely subconsciously took a bite of my cookie, held it over the sink and shook it to keep the crumbs from dropping onto the floor. I looked down and saw that sweet little face looking at me. I didn't think anything about it very much and she walks over to the sink and puts her cookie over the sink. I thought she was going to drop it into the water so I started to correct her before she lost her cookie to the dirty water in the sink. Then I realized she was trying to shake her cookie crumbs into the sink just like she had seen her Grandmomma do! Now how sweet is that? And scary! She did it several more times.
It made me think of seeing people driving down the road with their cigarettes hanging over the slightly rolled down window, careful not to let the smoke come back into their car. They will share it with anyone driving alongside of them, but can't stand it in their car.
And I wonder just how much our children are influenced by seeing just such outside happenings that we have no control whatsoever over. Very sad. Makes me want to tell them what I think of their rudeness. But I can't because somehow they have the "right" to pollute my air while driving alongside me.
That really wasn't where I had intended the blog to go because I know I can't stop that, but I do know I and others close to us have to be careful what we do because those little eyes are watching our ever move. E.v.e.r.y m.o.v.e! As I said before, scary!
It was a great day. I ended it by pulling out my beautiful stamps, held them in my hands, admiring each perfect etch, and then I pulled out my paper, ink, brushes and used one of them to satisfy my creative (or lack of) abilities and pretended I could do the technique just as well as the stamp store owner.
Oh the joys of an expensive hobby. But, as the stampers creed says, "It's cheaper than therapy!" I'm not sure about that, but it does satisfy something. Sometimes I remember what my youngest niece said one day when we were talking about our stamping addiction. She said she thought it was because she didn't get to color as much during her childhood and she was making up for it now. I'm with her. I didn't have access to my own crayons when I was younger. I only had school issued ones and we had to leave them at school. There's just not enough time during the school day to express your feelings and you can't do it at home when you don't own your own box of crayons.
Wipe the tears from your eyes, now because now I can buy my own crayons. I can buy my own colored pencils by the hundreds,from every company, in every color, my own boxes of water colored pencils or crayons, more stamps than will ever be touched by ink, and any other means of expressing myself I desire. And I do...just because I can.
When I'm on a buying spree my daughter always mutters under her breath, "There she goes again, spending my inheritance." I hate to burst her bubble by telling her there will be no inheritance, even if I didn't have such an addiction. Maybe she can put all my fun stuff on e-bay when I'm dead. She may have a small inheritance there. Just wait until I'm dead and gone. I'm having way too much fun. Talentless or not.
And Happy Birthday, Granddaddy! I sure hope you enjoy your birthday present. You know, the stamps I bought today? They bought you a little freedom from me while I'm playing!
Let's see...I have a birthday coming up in about two weeks. Maybe I'll plan to eat at Spaghetti Warehouse again and then make another trip over to...Shhh! don't tell Granddaddy! I might be able to pick up a few more of those cute stamps for my, I mean, an added birthday present for him!
Hey, I'm doing my best to help stimulate this economy! It really needs it and I think I can contribute quite nicely to it!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Our day included...
a picnic on the floor of the family room starring Pizza Hut pizza made of pepperoni, mushrooms and pineapple. Yum! Annabelle came to visit this morning while Mommy went about her day doing other things. So, at lunchtime Annabelle and I decided we needed to celebrate this very cold, windy day, not outside in the sunshine but inside having a picnic in the middle of our kitchen toys. Granddaddy brought the pizza back in and we were in business.
It's always fun to approach our food from a different view and since it was so very cold today and supposed to be tomorrow, the picnic was just what we needed to brighten our day.
After a picnic of pizza, applesauce and yellow cheese (because Annabelle thought Granddaddy was eating some) I mentioned maybe we could eat donuts afterwards. The donut idea was suggested before she finished eating, so that may have influenced why she was "done" in a very short time and ready to move on to the donuts.
We had some coupons left from Christmas for free donuts, so after persuading Granddaddy to "let's go get donuts! Now!" we headed out to Krispy Kreme donuts with three coupons in Annabelle's hand. She was in charge of the coupons. But earlier we played the game of matching the gift cards on her coupon strip and mine. She's very good at matching those up with no problem and points out what's on each one.
Mommy had made me change her pretty little shirt with her name on it into something else while she ate pizza so that meant she had to change back into her pretty shirt before we could go get donuts.
After I pulled her top off and right before I put on her shirt she looked at me and said, "I nekked, Grandmomma!" Then her Granddaddy walked in and that didn't make her happy. She told him the same thing and turned toward me and tried to hide from him so he couldn't see her. Granddaddy thought I was telling her that she was naked and he was afraid she wouldn't want him to see her and he would have a problem if she was left along when he had to take her potty. I assured him I hadn't encouraged that. That came from her own little mouth and mind. Could she possibly be becoming a bit modest at this early age?
Did I say it's windy? Yep, it is. Almost blew our heads off. But we made it inside the donut shop very quickly and picked out our very favorite choice of donuts. Granddaddy chose a cream filled one, Annabelle picked a nice plump one filled with pretty multi-colored sprinkles. Grandmother wanted a simple chocolate covered cake donut.It reminded her of earlier days when she worked and every morning was filled with chocolate-covered cake donuts and a Dr. Pepper. Yeah, I know, really healthy, huh? But if you have to work you may as well start the day with a fun breakfast.
While we were waiting for the lady to pack up our donuts, Annabelle and I made our way around the side of the donut shop so she could watch them making donuts. Much to my surprise we couldn't watch them make the donuts anymore. They almost always have the hot donuts sign flashing at this shop, and they were icing a pile of donuts, but we couldn't see them as they dropped the dough, etc. like we used to be able to. Big disappointment. I was so looking forward to letting her watch the donuts being made. Wonder if they still make them the old way at the original donut shop in midtown.
She enjoyed herself without seeing the whole process. We pulled out the donuts, pulled out a chair, and jumped into the middle of those three donuts. Annabelle doesn't eat a whole anything dessert wise unless it's maybe cake. She eats a few bites and then she moves on. While we were eating she noticed a balloon. I turned to find one of the workers making her way over to bring a bright red ballon and a Krispy Kreme hat for Annabelle. Talk about making a little girl happy. The worker tied the balloon onto her sleeve coat and put the hat on her head. She was in heaven.
Since she didn't finish her donut we took it home minus about three small bites she's taken from it.
She managed to get into and back out of the car at our house without losing her balloon. As a matter of fact it was still attached to her coat sleeve when she finally went to the back to take her nap. I'm seriously doubting that plays out into a nap. More like it did the other night. I can hear her talking to herself, reading her books, and talking about Grandmomma.
Much to my sorrow we left the camera behind. What was I thinking? This was her first trip to the donut shop with us and we missed some really cute pictures. When will I ever learn?
I knew it couldn't last! I've heard the voice change from her room and upon opening the door I knew what it meant! Yep, she did her usual. She left me a present to open and enjoy. Mommy you missed another one. She tried to talk me into believing she had already had her nap. She said she had already been "shhh, shhh", but I knew better. I've been spying on her from the front. Now she's fussing. We'll see who wins this one. I won't bet good money because I'm pretty confident who will win.
It's always fun to approach our food from a different view and since it was so very cold today and supposed to be tomorrow, the picnic was just what we needed to brighten our day.
After a picnic of pizza, applesauce and yellow cheese (because Annabelle thought Granddaddy was eating some) I mentioned maybe we could eat donuts afterwards. The donut idea was suggested before she finished eating, so that may have influenced why she was "done" in a very short time and ready to move on to the donuts.
We had some coupons left from Christmas for free donuts, so after persuading Granddaddy to "let's go get donuts! Now!" we headed out to Krispy Kreme donuts with three coupons in Annabelle's hand. She was in charge of the coupons. But earlier we played the game of matching the gift cards on her coupon strip and mine. She's very good at matching those up with no problem and points out what's on each one.
Mommy had made me change her pretty little shirt with her name on it into something else while she ate pizza so that meant she had to change back into her pretty shirt before we could go get donuts.
After I pulled her top off and right before I put on her shirt she looked at me and said, "I nekked, Grandmomma!" Then her Granddaddy walked in and that didn't make her happy. She told him the same thing and turned toward me and tried to hide from him so he couldn't see her. Granddaddy thought I was telling her that she was naked and he was afraid she wouldn't want him to see her and he would have a problem if she was left along when he had to take her potty. I assured him I hadn't encouraged that. That came from her own little mouth and mind. Could she possibly be becoming a bit modest at this early age?
Did I say it's windy? Yep, it is. Almost blew our heads off. But we made it inside the donut shop very quickly and picked out our very favorite choice of donuts. Granddaddy chose a cream filled one, Annabelle picked a nice plump one filled with pretty multi-colored sprinkles. Grandmother wanted a simple chocolate covered cake donut.It reminded her of earlier days when she worked and every morning was filled with chocolate-covered cake donuts and a Dr. Pepper. Yeah, I know, really healthy, huh? But if you have to work you may as well start the day with a fun breakfast.
While we were waiting for the lady to pack up our donuts, Annabelle and I made our way around the side of the donut shop so she could watch them making donuts. Much to my surprise we couldn't watch them make the donuts anymore. They almost always have the hot donuts sign flashing at this shop, and they were icing a pile of donuts, but we couldn't see them as they dropped the dough, etc. like we used to be able to. Big disappointment. I was so looking forward to letting her watch the donuts being made. Wonder if they still make them the old way at the original donut shop in midtown.
She enjoyed herself without seeing the whole process. We pulled out the donuts, pulled out a chair, and jumped into the middle of those three donuts. Annabelle doesn't eat a whole anything dessert wise unless it's maybe cake. She eats a few bites and then she moves on. While we were eating she noticed a balloon. I turned to find one of the workers making her way over to bring a bright red ballon and a Krispy Kreme hat for Annabelle. Talk about making a little girl happy. The worker tied the balloon onto her sleeve coat and put the hat on her head. She was in heaven.
Since she didn't finish her donut we took it home minus about three small bites she's taken from it.
She managed to get into and back out of the car at our house without losing her balloon. As a matter of fact it was still attached to her coat sleeve when she finally went to the back to take her nap. I'm seriously doubting that plays out into a nap. More like it did the other night. I can hear her talking to herself, reading her books, and talking about Grandmomma.
Much to my sorrow we left the camera behind. What was I thinking? This was her first trip to the donut shop with us and we missed some really cute pictures. When will I ever learn?
I knew it couldn't last! I've heard the voice change from her room and upon opening the door I knew what it meant! Yep, she did her usual. She left me a present to open and enjoy. Mommy you missed another one. She tried to talk me into believing she had already had her nap. She said she had already been "shhh, shhh", but I knew better. I've been spying on her from the front. Now she's fussing. We'll see who wins this one. I won't bet good money because I'm pretty confident who will win.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
They watch your every move...
Even when you are not expecting it, that special little person in your life will come up with something that proves they are watching your every move. Just the other day I noticed Annabelle carefully take a paper towel, fold it in her own way and try to wrap it around her cup. It's something I've done forever because I hate to feel the coldness of the ice from the cup, or the condensation for that matter.
It was kind of amusing to think that she had been watching me so closely. You just never know what they'll do next.
On the way home the other night her Mommy called and told me that Annabelle had let out a big screech several times and when she asked her what she was doing, she told her that's what Grandmomma says. Indeed, I had been trying to tell her that when she pulls all of her toys out Grandmomma couldn't stand it and she would raise her hands and say, "Ah-eeee!" Then I would ask her what Grandmomma says, and in her sweet, soft voice she would say, "Ah-eee." Not with as much energy as I had told her, but apparently on the way home she let out quite a racket in the back seat of the car.
It was kind of amusing to think that she had been watching me so closely. You just never know what they'll do next.
On the way home the other night her Mommy called and told me that Annabelle had let out a big screech several times and when she asked her what she was doing, she told her that's what Grandmomma says. Indeed, I had been trying to tell her that when she pulls all of her toys out Grandmomma couldn't stand it and she would raise her hands and say, "Ah-eeee!" Then I would ask her what Grandmomma says, and in her sweet, soft voice she would say, "Ah-eee." Not with as much energy as I had told her, but apparently on the way home she let out quite a racket in the back seat of the car.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
P'bater Basher
I have been on a major hunt for a potato masher for Annabelle to use in her new kitchen Santa brought her for Christmas. Either everybody wants any potato mashers that might be available in Goodwill Stores or they are really using them at their own homes, because I have had a very hard time finding a used one. I really didn't want to spend $3.50 for a new one; a buck is about the highest I want to go. Yeah, I know, for all the gas we spent trying to get a used one we could have bought a brand new one! But I'm all about adventure.
My idea for getting one for Annabelle came to me after I got a Christmas Card from my little Amish friend in Ohio. I, and a friend of mine, have been penpals with her since she was around 12 years old. She married a couple of years ago and now has a sweet little girl of her own named Emily.
In my Christmas letter from her she mentioned that Emily was interested in helping her mommy cook and do all the domestic duties around the house, much like Annabelle does. She was born in May after Annabelle was born in October. Santa Claus was going to bring Emily her very own potato masher and a couple of other cooking utensils so she could help Mommy. Just a simple, practical gift for little Emily. How much happier would our kids be if we lived the simpler life where they could be creative instead of all the electronic things we bombard them with? I don't see that happening because I'm guilty myself of wanted my grandkids to have fun things to play with, too. But I do wonder sometimes.
When you think of Emily's potato masher your first vision would probably be a child's potato masher and other kid sized utensils, boxed in their own little box, but knowing the Amish like we've come to know them, I knew it had to be the real, adult-sized potato masher. Mommy probably was needing one herself so she used that for an excuse, I'm guessing, but little Emily would get her chance to play with her very own potato masher and Mommy could borrow it occasionally. Thus came the bright idea for me to get Annabelle one once I found out Santa was bringing her a kitchen.
On one of my trips to a Goodwill store, a man and woman from another country came over where I was looking for the potato masher. He had picked up an omelet pan and showed it to her. I couldn't understand either one of them until she said, "potato masher". What? Someone else wants my potato masher? Oh, please let me find it first. But neither one of us was lucky enough to find it that day.
This past Saturday was the Grand opening of the new Salvation Army store close by. I thought I would venture into the new store. What a joke! Everybody in the county had the same idea I did. I really only wanted the potato masher!
I wormed my way back to the section of the store in hopes I would find one. There on the wall was my envied potato masher and it looked like it was in great condition. It wasn't wobbly like one or two I had seen before at Goodwill. I excused myself while I plowed through to grab my potato masher.
All went well...until I realized the people I had just excused myself from were standing in line will carts filled with merchandise to be checked out. You've got to be kidding. No way. This was at the very back of the store and it snaked from there to the front of the store. Being a little familiar with long lines I gave it a conservative estimate of no less than 1 hour and maybe even a couple or more hours before check out and owning that potato masher for my sweet little girl.
I thought perhaps I would do a quick look through the store and I held onto that potato masher just in case I decided to lose all my senses and stand in line with the other nuts...just for that potato masher.
I had gotten almost to the middle of the line and one of the voluteers asked people in the line if anybody had cash only. Nobody was a taker, so I saw my chance. I moved forward and said, "Me, I have cash only!" He directed me to the other line with only a couple of customers in it. I lost all interest in anything else in that store. I just wanted to get out of there. So, I jumped into the line he had designated, offered my .99 plus tax and got the heck out of there. But not before the sweet little lady in front of me spotted my potato masher. I had to tell her the story behind me getting it. She said, "I need that potato masher! I've been looking for one. Do you know how hard it is to find one nowadays? I don't think anybody uses those things anymore!" Tell me about it,lady. Nobody knows how hard it is to find one. Lady, I would have caved and let you have it if it hadn't been something for Sweet Annabelle! But she's my baby and my loyalty's to her.
Today was the first time we got to see her since I got it, and as she was leaving tonight I handed it to her. That sweet little face lit up like a Christmas Tree. A simple little .99 potato masher (plus hours looking and at least $25.00 worth of gas,)made her a happy little girl. I could have spent a hundred dollars and she wouldn't have been happier.
And as they were leaving to go home tonight, Granddaddy asked her to let him see it. She gave him that horrified, disgusted look that only Annabelle can give and she said, "NO!, MY P'bater Basher!" She had absolutely no intention of letting her Granddaddy take her P'bater Basher. He could go get his own! Sorry Granddaddy, she had no way of knowing you were right there with me all those miles we drove trying to find it for her, but I was glad she was so proud of it.
Sweet Annabelle, you really have no idea how much I tried to fulfill my promise to you to get you a potato masher for your kitchen. I hope you will enjoy using it.
And to those people who no longer need a potato masher in their house and dropped that one into the Salvation Army bag, let me say, "Thank you so much for making two people very happy. Maybe I should say three people including Annabelle's Granddaddy, I just hope you never realize how much you really need one in the future because you will have a very hard time finding one. And, by the way, I'm sure you never used it when you had it because it's in excellent condition. Your loss is Annabelle's gain."
So little girl of my little girl, you better take care of your p'bater basher. You may need it someday when you're married. You will have your very own antique potato masher. I have a feeling those things are going out of style along with old-fashioned store bought potatoes. Don't let your Daddy throw it back into Goodwill, no matter how hard he tries. You just pull it out, again and again and again, if you have to. Maybe even sleep with it, if you have to! You protect your precious p'bater basher.
My idea for getting one for Annabelle came to me after I got a Christmas Card from my little Amish friend in Ohio. I, and a friend of mine, have been penpals with her since she was around 12 years old. She married a couple of years ago and now has a sweet little girl of her own named Emily.
In my Christmas letter from her she mentioned that Emily was interested in helping her mommy cook and do all the domestic duties around the house, much like Annabelle does. She was born in May after Annabelle was born in October. Santa Claus was going to bring Emily her very own potato masher and a couple of other cooking utensils so she could help Mommy. Just a simple, practical gift for little Emily. How much happier would our kids be if we lived the simpler life where they could be creative instead of all the electronic things we bombard them with? I don't see that happening because I'm guilty myself of wanted my grandkids to have fun things to play with, too. But I do wonder sometimes.
When you think of Emily's potato masher your first vision would probably be a child's potato masher and other kid sized utensils, boxed in their own little box, but knowing the Amish like we've come to know them, I knew it had to be the real, adult-sized potato masher. Mommy probably was needing one herself so she used that for an excuse, I'm guessing, but little Emily would get her chance to play with her very own potato masher and Mommy could borrow it occasionally. Thus came the bright idea for me to get Annabelle one once I found out Santa was bringing her a kitchen.
On one of my trips to a Goodwill store, a man and woman from another country came over where I was looking for the potato masher. He had picked up an omelet pan and showed it to her. I couldn't understand either one of them until she said, "potato masher". What? Someone else wants my potato masher? Oh, please let me find it first. But neither one of us was lucky enough to find it that day.
This past Saturday was the Grand opening of the new Salvation Army store close by. I thought I would venture into the new store. What a joke! Everybody in the county had the same idea I did. I really only wanted the potato masher!
I wormed my way back to the section of the store in hopes I would find one. There on the wall was my envied potato masher and it looked like it was in great condition. It wasn't wobbly like one or two I had seen before at Goodwill. I excused myself while I plowed through to grab my potato masher.
All went well...until I realized the people I had just excused myself from were standing in line will carts filled with merchandise to be checked out. You've got to be kidding. No way. This was at the very back of the store and it snaked from there to the front of the store. Being a little familiar with long lines I gave it a conservative estimate of no less than 1 hour and maybe even a couple or more hours before check out and owning that potato masher for my sweet little girl.
I thought perhaps I would do a quick look through the store and I held onto that potato masher just in case I decided to lose all my senses and stand in line with the other nuts...just for that potato masher.
I had gotten almost to the middle of the line and one of the voluteers asked people in the line if anybody had cash only. Nobody was a taker, so I saw my chance. I moved forward and said, "Me, I have cash only!" He directed me to the other line with only a couple of customers in it. I lost all interest in anything else in that store. I just wanted to get out of there. So, I jumped into the line he had designated, offered my .99 plus tax and got the heck out of there. But not before the sweet little lady in front of me spotted my potato masher. I had to tell her the story behind me getting it. She said, "I need that potato masher! I've been looking for one. Do you know how hard it is to find one nowadays? I don't think anybody uses those things anymore!" Tell me about it,lady. Nobody knows how hard it is to find one. Lady, I would have caved and let you have it if it hadn't been something for Sweet Annabelle! But she's my baby and my loyalty's to her.
Today was the first time we got to see her since I got it, and as she was leaving tonight I handed it to her. That sweet little face lit up like a Christmas Tree. A simple little .99 potato masher (plus hours looking and at least $25.00 worth of gas,)made her a happy little girl. I could have spent a hundred dollars and she wouldn't have been happier.
And as they were leaving to go home tonight, Granddaddy asked her to let him see it. She gave him that horrified, disgusted look that only Annabelle can give and she said, "NO!, MY P'bater Basher!" She had absolutely no intention of letting her Granddaddy take her P'bater Basher. He could go get his own! Sorry Granddaddy, she had no way of knowing you were right there with me all those miles we drove trying to find it for her, but I was glad she was so proud of it.
Sweet Annabelle, you really have no idea how much I tried to fulfill my promise to you to get you a potato masher for your kitchen. I hope you will enjoy using it.
And to those people who no longer need a potato masher in their house and dropped that one into the Salvation Army bag, let me say, "Thank you so much for making two people very happy. Maybe I should say three people including Annabelle's Granddaddy, I just hope you never realize how much you really need one in the future because you will have a very hard time finding one. And, by the way, I'm sure you never used it when you had it because it's in excellent condition. Your loss is Annabelle's gain."
So little girl of my little girl, you better take care of your p'bater basher. You may need it someday when you're married. You will have your very own antique potato masher. I have a feeling those things are going out of style along with old-fashioned store bought potatoes. Don't let your Daddy throw it back into Goodwill, no matter how hard he tries. You just pull it out, again and again and again, if you have to. Maybe even sleep with it, if you have to! You protect your precious p'bater basher.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year
Yesterday I told my daughter I would not be cooking lunch/dinner for New Years Day, today. Her first reaction was of total shock. How could I be doing this to her? Not cook New Years dinner. That was totally unacceptable and then she began to realize I really did mean it. I wasn't cooking dinner today, period.
Then she had to get into gear and figure out what she needed for her dinner. How could she possibly cook her own turnip/collard greens and how could I, as her mother, let her and her family down. They would surely not have any more at all this coming year.
I explained she had a perfectly good pressure cooker I had given her for Christmas just last year and she just put them into the pressure cook, add a few chicken bouillon cubes, a buch of water, a bit of sugar and cook that stuff for a good hour.
I also informed her that Bush made a pretty tasty black-eyed pea in a can if she didn't want to spend her entire day in the kitchen. As for the pickled peaches, she had my recipe. I could help walk her through any problems she might have, but I was NOT going to cook New Years dinner.
Then feeling a bit sorry for her Daddy, she suggested we come over to eat with them.
"No, thank you, I am planning on staying in the house for the entire day tomorrow. My present to myself. My New Years Resolution, so to speak. No cooking on today's New Year's day.
She continued to try to make me feel guilty by calling me every five mintues from the grocery store. And I might add, she was taking precious Grandmomma time away from her sweet baby girl, but she didn't seem to mind. I think she was thinking maybe I would change my mind if she kept being a nuisance. But I did not. I did not intend to cook New Year's Day 2009.
I went to bed with a perfectly clear conscious. I would enjoy myself fully, alone with only Granddaddy and me to do our own thing. I had already planned to pull out my frozen pittance of collard greens/turnip greens, whichever it was. I could open a can of peas and Granddaddy and I would be dining in elegance if I added a side dish of Candied Tomatoes. No excess cooking or cleaning up. It was a done deal.
This morning I got up and thought since I'm not cooking a big meal today I will make a recipe I had seen on the internet earlier for Sausage/Gravy with Biscuits. I've tried to make this before but I just didn't have the recipe I wanted. This one appeared to be the winner so I made it for breakfast. I want to tell you that was a delicious/scrumptious/wonderful recipe without a lot of trouble. I will definitely be trying it again someday. It isn't something you need to eat every day but it's certainly good for occasional breakfasts.
Then my perfect day began to unravel, so to speak. My sister called and wanted to go walk. It's been a good two or three weeks since we've been able to walk due to my brother-in-law having some medical problems and us keeping a grandbaby to help her sick mommy out, or so Mommy could go in to work, etc., etc.
Then the guilt began to pile on. Maybe we should get back to walking again, so just as I was getting ready to tell her we would walk, caller-id showed my son was trying to call us. I told her I would have to call her back. My son was calling to invite us over tonight to eat our usual New Year's fare. I'm sure he wondered why I was trying hard to stifle a good laugh that was building up inside me. He had no idea I had committed myself to a day at home alone, no cooking, etc.
I accepted the invitation and decided I would also tell my sister we would walk.
And, he was inviting his sister and brother-in-law over, also.
Then while we were walking I decided I might better call my daughter-in-law and let her know I was alright with cooking and bringing the collard/turnip greens. She welcomed the chance not to have to cook those greens. Nobody seems to want to cook greens. They talk an hour but other than that, frozen one are no problem. Once they are adjusted you need not worry about them if you have enough water in them.
Well, since I'm tooking the greens, I might as well cook the candied tomatoes. I'll just surprise them with another sidedish that I would keep a secret until I pulled it out to heat it up. These were the thought that were running through my mind.
After walking I started the collards and worked on the candied tomatoes. It really wasn't that much of a problem. I didn't have a lot of clean up to do and since I wasn't cooking the whole meal, I wasn't as tired as I would have been had I done it al myself.
Earlier I had talked to my daughter and she gets a nasty attitude with me. Why did I say I would go to her brother's house but not to theirs for New Years? Oh, get over it, won't you? Well, her baby's daddy wasn't too happy with me either, but I'm sure that isn't the first or last time that will happen!
We all made it over to their house at the approximate alloted time in time to watch my son smoke up the house with his cooking of the country ham. It's a miracle the fire department didn't make a run by to make sure everything was alright, it was sooo smoky. All windows and doors were raised and opened to help eliminate some of the smoke.
I have a hunch I know what daughter-in-law will be getting for Christmas next year. A new pan to replace the one I'm sure he's ruined to the set of the expensive ones he gave her last Christmas. I think sometimes men just do things like that to get "fired" from the household chores!
Everybody seemed to like the candied tomatoes. I suspect it was because they served a general purpose of covering up the taste of the collard greens as they were consumed by those grumbling, unappreciative children of mine. I think I can make a pretty mean pot of collard/turnips greens if I do say so myself. Someday they'll appreciate it.
For now they are so intimidated by the idea that they had better eat their greens or black-eyed peas or stand the risk of having bad luck and/or no money for the coming year. I'm not willing to take a chance on it, myself. I want to insure that I will have at least some money even if I have to eat the greens and peas, but then again, as I said, I like them and since I grew up on them it's not that hard for me. But just because they can, they continue to grumble, year after year after year. Even my son who has never, ever been a picky eater can't seem to cultivate a taste for them.
My daughter on the other hand, has seemed to acquire a bit more of a taste for them.
It turned out to be quite an enjoyable evening. Nobody was overly stressed out by having to prepare huge amounts of food, the kids had more than ample room to play, which would have been a different story had they met at my house, and just in general everything was great.
The boys enjoyed visiting with their only little girl cousin and she was in heaven with the room full of little boy toys to play with. She blended right in. Where or where has my little lace gone?
If I dared make plans for myself again, it might be that tomorrow I will stay inside all day, no cooking, no cleaning, just enjoying a quiet day semi-alone to catch up on some much needed sleep. We'll see.
I've already fallen asleep while trying to type this. Who knows what I said above that wasn't really true! But I'm not reading it over again before I publish it.
It looks like I've already broken my first and only resolution by going out and by cooking. I don't think I want to even try to make anymore if I can't at least keep simple resolutions.
Nah, we all enjoyed that broken resolution.
And, little Sophie, the newest little granddaughter puppy has gained five whole ounces this week. She's getting there.
My daughter missed the best photo of the night. Annabelle and Sophie were standing at the glass door looking out. Annabelle with her little face pushed up to the window and little Sophie so tiny with her little front paws stretched out onto one of the lower window panes standing by her new found buddy. It was a winning photo for sure, but two-year olds and puppies move at flash speeds and wait for no one, so I was the only one who was able to capture it in my mind. How precious it was. A shared moment, for sure.
Good night and a very happy and prosperous New Year.
Then she had to get into gear and figure out what she needed for her dinner. How could she possibly cook her own turnip/collard greens and how could I, as her mother, let her and her family down. They would surely not have any more at all this coming year.
I explained she had a perfectly good pressure cooker I had given her for Christmas just last year and she just put them into the pressure cook, add a few chicken bouillon cubes, a buch of water, a bit of sugar and cook that stuff for a good hour.
I also informed her that Bush made a pretty tasty black-eyed pea in a can if she didn't want to spend her entire day in the kitchen. As for the pickled peaches, she had my recipe. I could help walk her through any problems she might have, but I was NOT going to cook New Years dinner.
Then feeling a bit sorry for her Daddy, she suggested we come over to eat with them.
"No, thank you, I am planning on staying in the house for the entire day tomorrow. My present to myself. My New Years Resolution, so to speak. No cooking on today's New Year's day.
She continued to try to make me feel guilty by calling me every five mintues from the grocery store. And I might add, she was taking precious Grandmomma time away from her sweet baby girl, but she didn't seem to mind. I think she was thinking maybe I would change my mind if she kept being a nuisance. But I did not. I did not intend to cook New Year's Day 2009.
I went to bed with a perfectly clear conscious. I would enjoy myself fully, alone with only Granddaddy and me to do our own thing. I had already planned to pull out my frozen pittance of collard greens/turnip greens, whichever it was. I could open a can of peas and Granddaddy and I would be dining in elegance if I added a side dish of Candied Tomatoes. No excess cooking or cleaning up. It was a done deal.
This morning I got up and thought since I'm not cooking a big meal today I will make a recipe I had seen on the internet earlier for Sausage/Gravy with Biscuits. I've tried to make this before but I just didn't have the recipe I wanted. This one appeared to be the winner so I made it for breakfast. I want to tell you that was a delicious/scrumptious/wonderful recipe without a lot of trouble. I will definitely be trying it again someday. It isn't something you need to eat every day but it's certainly good for occasional breakfasts.
Then my perfect day began to unravel, so to speak. My sister called and wanted to go walk. It's been a good two or three weeks since we've been able to walk due to my brother-in-law having some medical problems and us keeping a grandbaby to help her sick mommy out, or so Mommy could go in to work, etc., etc.
Then the guilt began to pile on. Maybe we should get back to walking again, so just as I was getting ready to tell her we would walk, caller-id showed my son was trying to call us. I told her I would have to call her back. My son was calling to invite us over tonight to eat our usual New Year's fare. I'm sure he wondered why I was trying hard to stifle a good laugh that was building up inside me. He had no idea I had committed myself to a day at home alone, no cooking, etc.
I accepted the invitation and decided I would also tell my sister we would walk.
And, he was inviting his sister and brother-in-law over, also.
Then while we were walking I decided I might better call my daughter-in-law and let her know I was alright with cooking and bringing the collard/turnip greens. She welcomed the chance not to have to cook those greens. Nobody seems to want to cook greens. They talk an hour but other than that, frozen one are no problem. Once they are adjusted you need not worry about them if you have enough water in them.
Well, since I'm tooking the greens, I might as well cook the candied tomatoes. I'll just surprise them with another sidedish that I would keep a secret until I pulled it out to heat it up. These were the thought that were running through my mind.
After walking I started the collards and worked on the candied tomatoes. It really wasn't that much of a problem. I didn't have a lot of clean up to do and since I wasn't cooking the whole meal, I wasn't as tired as I would have been had I done it al myself.
Earlier I had talked to my daughter and she gets a nasty attitude with me. Why did I say I would go to her brother's house but not to theirs for New Years? Oh, get over it, won't you? Well, her baby's daddy wasn't too happy with me either, but I'm sure that isn't the first or last time that will happen!
We all made it over to their house at the approximate alloted time in time to watch my son smoke up the house with his cooking of the country ham. It's a miracle the fire department didn't make a run by to make sure everything was alright, it was sooo smoky. All windows and doors were raised and opened to help eliminate some of the smoke.
I have a hunch I know what daughter-in-law will be getting for Christmas next year. A new pan to replace the one I'm sure he's ruined to the set of the expensive ones he gave her last Christmas. I think sometimes men just do things like that to get "fired" from the household chores!
Everybody seemed to like the candied tomatoes. I suspect it was because they served a general purpose of covering up the taste of the collard greens as they were consumed by those grumbling, unappreciative children of mine. I think I can make a pretty mean pot of collard/turnips greens if I do say so myself. Someday they'll appreciate it.
For now they are so intimidated by the idea that they had better eat their greens or black-eyed peas or stand the risk of having bad luck and/or no money for the coming year. I'm not willing to take a chance on it, myself. I want to insure that I will have at least some money even if I have to eat the greens and peas, but then again, as I said, I like them and since I grew up on them it's not that hard for me. But just because they can, they continue to grumble, year after year after year. Even my son who has never, ever been a picky eater can't seem to cultivate a taste for them.
My daughter on the other hand, has seemed to acquire a bit more of a taste for them.
It turned out to be quite an enjoyable evening. Nobody was overly stressed out by having to prepare huge amounts of food, the kids had more than ample room to play, which would have been a different story had they met at my house, and just in general everything was great.
The boys enjoyed visiting with their only little girl cousin and she was in heaven with the room full of little boy toys to play with. She blended right in. Where or where has my little lace gone?
If I dared make plans for myself again, it might be that tomorrow I will stay inside all day, no cooking, no cleaning, just enjoying a quiet day semi-alone to catch up on some much needed sleep. We'll see.
I've already fallen asleep while trying to type this. Who knows what I said above that wasn't really true! But I'm not reading it over again before I publish it.
It looks like I've already broken my first and only resolution by going out and by cooking. I don't think I want to even try to make anymore if I can't at least keep simple resolutions.
Nah, we all enjoyed that broken resolution.
And, little Sophie, the newest little granddaughter puppy has gained five whole ounces this week. She's getting there.
My daughter missed the best photo of the night. Annabelle and Sophie were standing at the glass door looking out. Annabelle with her little face pushed up to the window and little Sophie so tiny with her little front paws stretched out onto one of the lower window panes standing by her new found buddy. It was a winning photo for sure, but two-year olds and puppies move at flash speeds and wait for no one, so I was the only one who was able to capture it in my mind. How precious it was. A shared moment, for sure.
Good night and a very happy and prosperous New Year.
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