Sunday, Granddaddy and I took care of Annabelle while her Mommy and Daddy had a little free time to go to a final class they had preparing for Beebow. After they returned we were sitting around the table and Annabelle apparently didn't appreciate us spending our time talking to each other so she set about her own little way of making sure she was in the conversation.
She and I had spent some time earlier playing with some freebie booklet she had received from Highlights. We were trying to find the mitten, hockey stick,paint brush etc. and a couple of other games in the pamphlet. She had just retrieved it from our house, but while it was there Granddaddy had apparently tried to find some of those items because he said to me, "Those are hard to find!" Anyway, the following is basically what happened and the expressions she made as I remember them.
Annabelle: Does anybody want to play this game? Raise your hand if you want to play.
Finally after feeling sorry for her because nobody would volunteer, one of us raised our hand. She would come over and we would find the missing item, then we would go back to talking, until once again she got our attention and on and on it went. She is not one to be ignored.
Annabelle: I'm the teacher. Does everybody know the rules of the game? Does anybody not know the rules?
If anybody wants to play just raise your hand.
To this, I raised my hand and waved it. She walked over to the table beside me and in her most authoriative little three-year old voice she informed me:
Annabelle: Grandmomma, just raise your hand. You don't have to wave your hand. Just raise your hand. I can see it.
After being appropriately disciplined by a three-year old, she and I played for still another look and match. Then on to the others. Someone asked her if she wanted to play the game, also . This is her reply:
Annabelle: No, I'm the teach-er (with a little emphasis on 'the teacher').
There were probably more things she said that just about left us rolling on the floor, but this were the gist of what I remember. Mommy, feel free to add your comments on what she said.
I really don't know where this sassiness came from at such an early age, but she's certainly practicing her skills for her future profession of becoming a teacher. I'm glad I don't have to go through anymore school days. I don't think I would survive being in that teacher's class.
But she's just so doggone cute, I just might enroll in her class. If I survive the years until she becomes on.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
1960's Little Hippie Chick - 2010 Style
Tuesday, March 8, 2010
We were headed out for our trip to the zoo this morning and while Mommy and I were busy packing our picnic lunch, Little Princess entered the room with a couple of boxes wrapped around her tiny body. Apparently she was a choo-choo train or whatever. What struck me as the cutiest was seeing her dressed in her hippie outfit.
Her hair was adored with a crown of flowers, her neck was draped with her beads and she was just dressed in style like a 1960's flower child/Little Hippie Chick! So adorable and I was left with my hands busy with turkey sandwiches and no camera.
I asked her to wait for me to get my camera for pictures, but just being Annabelle, she decided I would have to wait to get my pictures.
As we got into the car I handed her the tiara to put on her head. She looked at me and said, "Not.until.we.get.back.home!" I decided it wasn't worth the fight so I returned the tiara to the house.
Later that night we stopped back by the house and I asked Mommy to pick up the tiara. Annabelle had promised me and I was holding her to her promise.
It still wouldn't happen until after we ate, though. Then she allowed Mommy to put on the tiara. I have to say, she acts as though her Mommy is killing her when she works with her hair.
Then she gets into position for picture making. She twists and twirls and wiggles and squirms, beads flying, tie twisting. How my camera was able to catch the movement is unbelievable because my small camera doesn't catch movements that fast. I think this was probably just Annabelle's way of living up to her word but hoping I wouldn't get good pictures.
I fooled her. I was able to get a few good ones afterall!
And I love the picture on the right. She looks like she is putting on her jacket to make the great escape. Time is up for Grandmomma's photoshoot.
When we finished with our meal there was a dessert of Angel Food cake left over from a trip to Sam's for picnic items, earlier in the day. She took her piece of cake and showed her mommy, "Look Mommy, it's a camel!" Indeed it did look like a camel.
"I can't believe you ate my camel, Mommy!"
And here she is just being cute!
We were headed out for our trip to the zoo this morning and while Mommy and I were busy packing our picnic lunch, Little Princess entered the room with a couple of boxes wrapped around her tiny body. Apparently she was a choo-choo train or whatever. What struck me as the cutiest was seeing her dressed in her hippie outfit.
Her hair was adored with a crown of flowers, her neck was draped with her beads and she was just dressed in style like a 1960's flower child/Little Hippie Chick! So adorable and I was left with my hands busy with turkey sandwiches and no camera.
I asked her to wait for me to get my camera for pictures, but just being Annabelle, she decided I would have to wait to get my pictures.
As we got into the car I handed her the tiara to put on her head. She looked at me and said, "Not.until.we.get.back.home!" I decided it wasn't worth the fight so I returned the tiara to the house.
Later that night we stopped back by the house and I asked Mommy to pick up the tiara. Annabelle had promised me and I was holding her to her promise.
It still wouldn't happen until after we ate, though. Then she allowed Mommy to put on the tiara. I have to say, she acts as though her Mommy is killing her when she works with her hair.
Then she gets into position for picture making. She twists and twirls and wiggles and squirms, beads flying, tie twisting. How my camera was able to catch the movement is unbelievable because my small camera doesn't catch movements that fast. I think this was probably just Annabelle's way of living up to her word but hoping I wouldn't get good pictures.
I fooled her. I was able to get a few good ones afterall!
And I love the picture on the right. She looks like she is putting on her jacket to make the great escape. Time is up for Grandmomma's photoshoot.
When we finished with our meal there was a dessert of Angel Food cake left over from a trip to Sam's for picnic items, earlier in the day. She took her piece of cake and showed her mommy, "Look Mommy, it's a camel!" Indeed it did look like a camel.
"I can't believe you ate my camel, Mommy!"
And here she is just being cute!
The taste of a three-year old
Monday,March 8, 2010
Today was one of the nicest days we have had in a few days so Annabelle's Mommy invited us to go to the zoo with them.
In the middle of busy traffic, headed through downtown these are some of Little Princesses' comments:
"I want a car just like dat one! Right dare. Da one without a top. Will you get me one Mommy?"
Indeed there was a young girl/woman driving through the crowd of cars with the top down on her convertible. (I told you it was a nice day!")
Annabelle's Mommy told her she (Annabelle) would have to work and save her money so she could buy her own convertible someday.
Little Princess has her dreams. Guess that's the reason she always wants to get out of the buggy when she's shopping with Mommy. As she says, "I need to get out so I can look for pennies!" Yes, we must start with pennies. It's truly a good start, especially when you're only three and are limited in good paying jobs.
Keep saving Sweetie. Maybe, just maybe, your dreams for a convertible will come true. Although I'm not so sure I really want to see you behind the wheel of a convertible.
Today was one of the nicest days we have had in a few days so Annabelle's Mommy invited us to go to the zoo with them.
In the middle of busy traffic, headed through downtown these are some of Little Princesses' comments:
"I want a car just like dat one! Right dare. Da one without a top. Will you get me one Mommy?"
Indeed there was a young girl/woman driving through the crowd of cars with the top down on her convertible. (I told you it was a nice day!")
Annabelle's Mommy told her she (Annabelle) would have to work and save her money so she could buy her own convertible someday.
Little Princess has her dreams. Guess that's the reason she always wants to get out of the buggy when she's shopping with Mommy. As she says, "I need to get out so I can look for pennies!" Yes, we must start with pennies. It's truly a good start, especially when you're only three and are limited in good paying jobs.
Keep saving Sweetie. Maybe, just maybe, your dreams for a convertible will come true. Although I'm not so sure I really want to see you behind the wheel of a convertible.
Friday, March 5, 2010
From 15 months to 8 years in no time flat...
Saturday, February 27, 2010
This second grandson of mine has changed in so many ways I can't even begin to list them. But for his birthday, which was a few days earlier, he decided he wanted to cook a spaghetti meal and he and his Mom sent out e-invites through the internet. Their first try and apparently it was a success. First time I had received one, but it was a fun invite.
The invite indicated he would be cooking and serving a meal for us in honor of his birthday. What a unique idea! As I said, he's only an eight year old. He would be cooking spaghetti, a tossed salad and a birthday cake!
His Mom said the night before she had sat down with him and made up a grocery list of all the items he would need and they made their trip to the grocery store, shopping for the necessary items. He even thought to include a bouquet of flowers to add to the main dining table. Mom said she had not thought about the flowers, but he did.
On Saturday he began his meal. He made a beautiful tossed salad loaded with pretty, healthy vegetables. He cooked regular spaghetti noodles and also some whole wheat pasta. And with limited help from Mom (she added the heart on his frosted cake) he prepared a beautiful yellow cake with chocolate frosting as the topper for his dinner.
As he greeted us at the door his words were, "I'm so tired!" I'm sure he was indeed tired. He had spent his day preparing a spaghetti dinner for us.
I was able to snap a few pictures of him enjoying his plate of spaghetti, lighting the candles on the cake and the final picture of his completed birthday cake. There just isn't room enough on the space I had to include a couple or more cute pictures I had. These were the cutest telling the story.
The 15 month old pictures came to mind when we received the invitation, so after the dinner I had Granddaddy pull the 2003 pictures from archives and I made a couple of cards from the pictures. I loved the picture of spaghetti draped over his sweet little foot and had to use that picture somewhere on one of the cards, but I loved the cute pictures of his sweet face and had to use those on the card background as well.
On the bottom pictures, third one over there is a strand of spaghetti draped on that sweet little left ear of his. His left ear...look closer.
Who was supposed to be watching this kid that night? Just let him play in his food without stopping him at all. But he was quite cute, I have to say.
I reminded his Daddy of his cooking experience with Boy Scouts when he was about eight years old. He had to prepare a meal for a badge. He did remember and said he could also get credit for a badge in Boy Scouts. He certainly deserves his badge. He did a great job.
This second grandson of mine has changed in so many ways I can't even begin to list them. But for his birthday, which was a few days earlier, he decided he wanted to cook a spaghetti meal and he and his Mom sent out e-invites through the internet. Their first try and apparently it was a success. First time I had received one, but it was a fun invite.
The invite indicated he would be cooking and serving a meal for us in honor of his birthday. What a unique idea! As I said, he's only an eight year old. He would be cooking spaghetti, a tossed salad and a birthday cake!
His Mom said the night before she had sat down with him and made up a grocery list of all the items he would need and they made their trip to the grocery store, shopping for the necessary items. He even thought to include a bouquet of flowers to add to the main dining table. Mom said she had not thought about the flowers, but he did.
On Saturday he began his meal. He made a beautiful tossed salad loaded with pretty, healthy vegetables. He cooked regular spaghetti noodles and also some whole wheat pasta. And with limited help from Mom (she added the heart on his frosted cake) he prepared a beautiful yellow cake with chocolate frosting as the topper for his dinner.
As he greeted us at the door his words were, "I'm so tired!" I'm sure he was indeed tired. He had spent his day preparing a spaghetti dinner for us.
I was able to snap a few pictures of him enjoying his plate of spaghetti, lighting the candles on the cake and the final picture of his completed birthday cake. There just isn't room enough on the space I had to include a couple or more cute pictures I had. These were the cutest telling the story.
The 15 month old pictures came to mind when we received the invitation, so after the dinner I had Granddaddy pull the 2003 pictures from archives and I made a couple of cards from the pictures. I loved the picture of spaghetti draped over his sweet little foot and had to use that picture somewhere on one of the cards, but I loved the cute pictures of his sweet face and had to use those on the card background as well.
On the bottom pictures, third one over there is a strand of spaghetti draped on that sweet little left ear of his. His left ear...look closer.
Who was supposed to be watching this kid that night? Just let him play in his food without stopping him at all. But he was quite cute, I have to say.
I reminded his Daddy of his cooking experience with Boy Scouts when he was about eight years old. He had to prepare a meal for a badge. He did remember and said he could also get credit for a badge in Boy Scouts. He certainly deserves his badge. He did a great job.
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