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.
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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, August 7, 2009
At least someone feels sorry for me
As I have had to add different things to my routine to strengthen my shoulder and arm, I have shared them with Annabelle. I've encouraged her to do the things I know she can do. Yesterday as Granddaddy, Mommy and I were still eating our meal, I noticed Annabelle standing over at the wall. She was slowly doing my wall walks walking like a little spider, up and down. She also likes using the ball, pushing it up and far as she can and back again.
I saw her using my tubing as she tried to exercise her arm by pulling it back and forth, only she didn't exactly have it down right. She would turn it loose and let it fly back against the door. That one and the others can be kinda a problem. I understand how she can get confused. She also does her counting as she exercises. So cute. May you never have to use the exercises in real life form, Sweetie, but my bet is the odds are against you making it as many years as your Grandmomma did before she broke her first bone. Grandmomma isn't exactly excited about trying to break another one, either. It's way too much stress and pain for an old woman like me.
Annabelle also loves showing me she can pick up a two pound weight in each hand and heist it over her shoulder. She really scares me because I am so afraid she will fall backward and really injures herself.
She loves using my squeeze balls but mostly she likes for those to be made into babies. One day I picked one up and squeezed it out of shape and she told Mommy that Grandmomma had messed up her baby and wanted to know why I had done it. Simply because I didn't know it was her baby, maybe???
Next I will have to show her how I have to use a towel to pull my left arm behind my back and up my back so I can hopefully get that shoulder/arm behind my back as far as the other one. That's going to be the bugger out of all my therapy, I'm afraid. I don't look forward to the next few weeks forcing that arm behind me, but it's pretty essential. There are times when I need to use it. I will continue to try and I know Annabelle will be right there feeling sorry for me and helping keep up my spirits as well. I need all the help I can get.
I saw her using my tubing as she tried to exercise her arm by pulling it back and forth, only she didn't exactly have it down right. She would turn it loose and let it fly back against the door. That one and the others can be kinda a problem. I understand how she can get confused. She also does her counting as she exercises. So cute. May you never have to use the exercises in real life form, Sweetie, but my bet is the odds are against you making it as many years as your Grandmomma did before she broke her first bone. Grandmomma isn't exactly excited about trying to break another one, either. It's way too much stress and pain for an old woman like me.
Annabelle also loves showing me she can pick up a two pound weight in each hand and heist it over her shoulder. She really scares me because I am so afraid she will fall backward and really injures herself.
She loves using my squeeze balls but mostly she likes for those to be made into babies. One day I picked one up and squeezed it out of shape and she told Mommy that Grandmomma had messed up her baby and wanted to know why I had done it. Simply because I didn't know it was her baby, maybe???
Next I will have to show her how I have to use a towel to pull my left arm behind my back and up my back so I can hopefully get that shoulder/arm behind my back as far as the other one. That's going to be the bugger out of all my therapy, I'm afraid. I don't look forward to the next few weeks forcing that arm behind me, but it's pretty essential. There are times when I need to use it. I will continue to try and I know Annabelle will be right there feeling sorry for me and helping keep up my spirits as well. I need all the help I can get.
Just ignore me...
Annabelle was chattering away, as usual, and her Mommy didn't quite understand the message she was trying to get across.
Mommy: "What did you say, Sweetheart?"
Annabelle: "Nothing, Mommy. I just talking to myself."
And she even answers herself...when she's talking with her Little People! Hmm! You also become a large part of the talking Little People because she loves to hear others 'make 'em talk.' While you talk you can just see her absorbing everything you say.
I'm just wondering what the backseat conversation will be if Mommy is ever pulled over by the police, because Mommy can really become quite 'into' talking herself out of a ticket with the pretend Little People policeman. She's had plenty of warnings and tickets from that little guy. I hope Annabelle never gets to share Mommy's conversation with that pretend policeman, with a real life. I'm sure Annabelle can give him quite an earful, and I suspect she will help Mommy get a real ticket!
While the other three of us were trying to eat our dinner, Annabelle decided she needed to hide a thin book she had talking Mommy into reading. She slid it between the table top and the fold down leaf. The perfect spot until she tried to get it out. She ran around looking for her little pink knife to try to dislodge the book. In the meantime I had reached under and pushed the book back to the front. She was still trying to find her little pink knife when she came back into the kitchen and found the book in view.
Mommy told her that I had pushed it out for her. "How'd you do dat, Grandmomma?" I told her it was through magic. She was still puzzled and wanted to know how I did it? Some things are better kept a secret, especially a table leaf that folds down.
Later, she found the little pink knife on the floor in a place she hadn't looked. In that sweet little voice that has so much expression she said, "Dare it is! I was just looking for that dat!"
Annabelle was so full of different things that she said and did yesterday, but no book, no pencil, no record. She was a full participant in our conversations, though, and kept me laughing at just how smart she is when she enters our conversations.
It's amazing how one little tiny being who, less than three years ago, couldn't talk, walk, or do much of anything but breathe, sleep and cry, and now has advanced into the beautiful, intelligent little human being she's become. She's such a clown, she's full of entertainment and wears us all completely out with her antics. But, I think we'll keep her.
Mommy: "What did you say, Sweetheart?"
Annabelle: "Nothing, Mommy. I just talking to myself."
And she even answers herself...when she's talking with her Little People! Hmm! You also become a large part of the talking Little People because she loves to hear others 'make 'em talk.' While you talk you can just see her absorbing everything you say.
I'm just wondering what the backseat conversation will be if Mommy is ever pulled over by the police, because Mommy can really become quite 'into' talking herself out of a ticket with the pretend Little People policeman. She's had plenty of warnings and tickets from that little guy. I hope Annabelle never gets to share Mommy's conversation with that pretend policeman, with a real life. I'm sure Annabelle can give him quite an earful, and I suspect she will help Mommy get a real ticket!
While the other three of us were trying to eat our dinner, Annabelle decided she needed to hide a thin book she had talking Mommy into reading. She slid it between the table top and the fold down leaf. The perfect spot until she tried to get it out. She ran around looking for her little pink knife to try to dislodge the book. In the meantime I had reached under and pushed the book back to the front. She was still trying to find her little pink knife when she came back into the kitchen and found the book in view.
Mommy told her that I had pushed it out for her. "How'd you do dat, Grandmomma?" I told her it was through magic. She was still puzzled and wanted to know how I did it? Some things are better kept a secret, especially a table leaf that folds down.
Later, she found the little pink knife on the floor in a place she hadn't looked. In that sweet little voice that has so much expression she said, "Dare it is! I was just looking for that dat!"
Annabelle was so full of different things that she said and did yesterday, but no book, no pencil, no record. She was a full participant in our conversations, though, and kept me laughing at just how smart she is when she enters our conversations.
It's amazing how one little tiny being who, less than three years ago, couldn't talk, walk, or do much of anything but breathe, sleep and cry, and now has advanced into the beautiful, intelligent little human being she's become. She's such a clown, she's full of entertainment and wears us all completely out with her antics. But, I think we'll keep her.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Airport Park and Picnic with Annabelle
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Annabelle’s Mom called to see what we were doing and if we’d like to join the two of them for a picnic at either the park at the airport near their house or at McDaniel’s Farm near ours. Annabelle finally chose the airport park near her house after we had made plans to go to McDaniel Farm.
Granddaddy has been working on painting the ceiling to the carport and he was still working on it and wanted to complete taping around it so he could work on it later. But, of course, he was all up for taking a few hours out to spend time with Annabelle and her Mommy. I was so surprised! Not!
We packed our picnic goodies and were just getting ready to pull out of the driveway when her Mommy called to see how far we were on the way down. Annabelle was refusing to wash her hands despite threats we would stop our picnic at the park and not come down at all. When she was given a choice of us staying home since we were still at home. The little stink told me, “No, don’t come.” She stuck to her guns, but we headed there anyway. Mommy finally had to pick her up and use Mommy rules before she got to go to the park. She is one stubborn little kid when she wants to be. She had shown that to me yesterday when she refused to finish her dinner and get some Bugles treats. She called them Doritos.
Just as we were pulling off the expressway her Mommy called again to tell us she was almost there. Then she realized she had left her part of the picnic at home on the counter. We offered to go by there since we were closer, but she wanted to turn around and go back for it. So, we continued on to the park expecting a miracle for us to continue on this picnic.
We were able to get the table set up with her favorite Snow White/Disney tablecloth we have been using on some of our picnics. It was a little brisk and the sun decided to peek out but we were underneath a nice covered top of steel. Granddaddy met them at the parking lot and escorted them in. We had a nice picnic, but not before Annabelle spotted the pools of water trapped underneath the picnic area. She tromped through those puddles, back and forth, back and forth in her tennis shoes. But she had loads of fun!
She played on the playground (after being slicked up with sunscreen) for quite some time. She rode the planes which were the little back and forth see saw type things. She piloted the plane sometimes and invited Mommy to pilot it at other times as she became the co-pilot. Then she moved over to the “castle” as she called it. The Castle became a bus which she also collected the money and drove across the city, with Mommy as it’s only passenger. Sounds about as efficient as our federal government, doesn’t it? But she did try to get her second passenger on board, namely me, but I told her it was very difficult for me to climb those steps and if I fell and got hurt that would mean I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with her as I’d like.
She did get to swing in the swings as Mommy pushed her up to the sky. She didn’t let a little (really lot, lot, lot) of hot sun keep her from enjoying her day at the park. We stayed there for a good while, while she changed from fun thing to another.
I know she was very tired and exhausted when got home for her nap in the afternoon. And probably when she went to bed, too, if she wasn’t too hyped up.
We left them around mid afternoon and back home for Granddaddy to start his work again. And I could work for a while playing around trying to figure out PSE 5. It’s getting a little easier for me since I bought a very expensive book over the internet. It just seemed to help make some of the things clearer so I could finally have a light bulb moment. I’m certainly not the expert I want to be, but I’m getting there and it’s more fun with each new thing I learn new.
Annabelle’s Mom called to see what we were doing and if we’d like to join the two of them for a picnic at either the park at the airport near their house or at McDaniel’s Farm near ours. Annabelle finally chose the airport park near her house after we had made plans to go to McDaniel Farm.
Granddaddy has been working on painting the ceiling to the carport and he was still working on it and wanted to complete taping around it so he could work on it later. But, of course, he was all up for taking a few hours out to spend time with Annabelle and her Mommy. I was so surprised! Not!
We packed our picnic goodies and were just getting ready to pull out of the driveway when her Mommy called to see how far we were on the way down. Annabelle was refusing to wash her hands despite threats we would stop our picnic at the park and not come down at all. When she was given a choice of us staying home since we were still at home. The little stink told me, “No, don’t come.” She stuck to her guns, but we headed there anyway. Mommy finally had to pick her up and use Mommy rules before she got to go to the park. She is one stubborn little kid when she wants to be. She had shown that to me yesterday when she refused to finish her dinner and get some Bugles treats. She called them Doritos.
Just as we were pulling off the expressway her Mommy called again to tell us she was almost there. Then she realized she had left her part of the picnic at home on the counter. We offered to go by there since we were closer, but she wanted to turn around and go back for it. So, we continued on to the park expecting a miracle for us to continue on this picnic.
We were able to get the table set up with her favorite Snow White/Disney tablecloth we have been using on some of our picnics. It was a little brisk and the sun decided to peek out but we were underneath a nice covered top of steel. Granddaddy met them at the parking lot and escorted them in. We had a nice picnic, but not before Annabelle spotted the pools of water trapped underneath the picnic area. She tromped through those puddles, back and forth, back and forth in her tennis shoes. But she had loads of fun!
She played on the playground (after being slicked up with sunscreen) for quite some time. She rode the planes which were the little back and forth see saw type things. She piloted the plane sometimes and invited Mommy to pilot it at other times as she became the co-pilot. Then she moved over to the “castle” as she called it. The Castle became a bus which she also collected the money and drove across the city, with Mommy as it’s only passenger. Sounds about as efficient as our federal government, doesn’t it? But she did try to get her second passenger on board, namely me, but I told her it was very difficult for me to climb those steps and if I fell and got hurt that would mean I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with her as I’d like.
She did get to swing in the swings as Mommy pushed her up to the sky. She didn’t let a little (really lot, lot, lot) of hot sun keep her from enjoying her day at the park. We stayed there for a good while, while she changed from fun thing to another.
I know she was very tired and exhausted when got home for her nap in the afternoon. And probably when she went to bed, too, if she wasn’t too hyped up.
We left them around mid afternoon and back home for Granddaddy to start his work again. And I could work for a while playing around trying to figure out PSE 5. It’s getting a little easier for me since I bought a very expensive book over the internet. It just seemed to help make some of the things clearer so I could finally have a light bulb moment. I’m certainly not the expert I want to be, but I’m getting there and it’s more fun with each new thing I learn new.
Friday, June 12, 2009
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???
Where have I been for the last two months you ask: Building memories with my precious little Annabelle. I'll begin with the current and work down as I have a chance to post them. I've written down some dates, but haven't worked on the pictures yet. You get unedited mistakes and all because as you can see I've been pretty long-winded on this one.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Today would have been my parent’s 81st wedding anniversary. Yes, I stand corrected by my daughter. How do I remember the number of years? Simple…I was very, very pregnant with my baby daughter 31 years ago when they celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. We celebrated their special anniversary by giving them a party and inviting their friends and neighbors. The party was at our local little community church the four children had grown up in and my father’s family had chartered. It was a very, very hot day for this already suffering pregnant woman who had chosen to wear the only dressy dress she had available to her. (Long sleeves, long dress, and silky, clingy to my bulging body. But my soon to be daughter (six weeks away from delivery) was there whether she knew it or not! I just add her age to 50 and know how long they would have been married.
To add to the misery my father-in-law had been and was in the hospital suffering from a heart attack. We had made many trips 2 ½ hours drive away on the week end and this would be the first we missed for maybe 4-6 weeks. I had been restricted from long drives on the road until after my delivery and the prior week end was to have been the last time I traveled to see them. Sadly, he would pass away the Friday following my parent’s anniversary.
About six weeks to two months earlier my sister-in-law had passed away. My mother-in-law and father-in-law had both come up for the funeral. Things moved fast in a very short time.
Earlier in April my only sister-in-law had passed away at a very young age of around 38 of a blood clot to the heart/lungs. She was a wonderful sister-in-law and I felt as though she was my sister, too. She taught me so much, or she tried to. She was fun and she and I could find lots of things to get into and relate to. She helped me make my first meal of hamburgers the summer my first niece was born. She took me to my first movie (a drive in showing ‘The birth of twins’, yuck!. My brother just happened to work at the drive-in to support his young family while putting himself through college and we were able to get into the movies free, I’m sure.
After Granddaddy and I married we still maintained our relationship with them and spent a few week-ends with them. Anytime she got a new gadget or appliance, she made it look like so much fun to use, and easy, too, that Granddaddy knew he would be looking for one in the stores for me later that week. I had to have the exact same Kenmore blender she had because she could make the best coleslaw in hers. Mine didn't quite turn out the same. The cookie maker that made the best spritz cookies was just for me. I could go on and on at the money she costs us during my early marriage.
My sister-in-law had a built-in sense of anything domestic. Too bad more of that didn’t rub off on me. She taught herself how to decorate the most beautiful cakes, probably long before Wilton started offering cake decorating classes. I had to pay for two courses with my best friend to learn how to make and decorate cakes that didn't look nearly as pretty as hers. I remember being in awe at the lovely cake covered with her very first perfectly sculpted home-made roses made from frosting that she brought for either my Daddy’s or my Mother’s Father/Mother Day celebration. She was very young when she came into our family, still in college, and it was such a shock and a very big loss when she passed away, way too soon, in April.
I have always said the ending of 1977 and the first 7 months of 1978 were the worst years of our marriage or even my life that I had ever lived through with all the tragedies we had gone through. They just didn’t seem to end. But the sorrows we had suffered were finally replaced with one of the biggest and best blessings we have ever had…we got the beautiful little girl we had so hoped and prayed for and our little girl was here, safe and sound. She was the very best thing to come out of 1978.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Now on to sharing some of the good things that came out of the year 2006…Annabelle!
We had our fairly regular routine of time with Annabelle, today. Her Mom has lots of meetings to go to especially during the summer so we get to spend time with Annabelle and since this was Wednesday we went to her house. We weren’t sure if we would eat fish with her today because my sister and my brother-in-law had other obligations to fulfill and didn’t know if the would finish in time to eat fish. But they did and we did. But first we had to convince Annabelle she really wanted to eat out today. We had to finish dressing in a hurry. There was hair to comb, shoes to find and put on, sippy cups to fill, bathroom runs to make and lots of other things to do, but she had decided she didn’t want to go out to eat today after all. Mommy says she has gotten to the point she doesn’t want to go anywhere anymore. Just likes to stay home and this was another one of those days. When I reminded her we needed to go out to eat she said she didn’t want to go out to eat and ran over to her left-over breakfast I had moved over to her high chair and out of the way. She had something to eat. She didn’t need to go out. I finally had to get strong with her and made her help me get finished. She settled down but not without giving me a bit of trouble.
Earlier in the week I had bought some cute little flower shaped silicone cupcake holders and I just knew Annabelle would love to use them to eat her food from. They came in a set of 12 for $10 from Wilton and I got them at Joann’s using a 40% off coupon, so I got them for only $6.00. There were six yellow ones and six pink ones. My choice would have been to have gotten them all in purple since that is her very favorite color for now, but I had to settle for what I could fine.
She found them on Monday before I had a chance to wash them and she did love them as I knew she would. I know my granddaughter, at least at the moment. I told her what they were for and that we would use them when we ate out or went on a picnic.
I had packed them in the car because I wasn’t sure if it would be a picnic or eat out day. So, I pulled them out at lunch and we divided her meal into those darling little cupcake holders! We used four of them because we just didn’t have a lot of room at the table because we were too late to get our usual favorite spot.
We put her favorite item of cooked broccoli in one, shrimp in another one, coleslaw in still another one and her fried okra in the remaining one. We didn’t have room for her hushpuppy. It drained off some of its grease on a napkin on the side. She chowed down on her food, so much so that she finished off most of my broccoli, as well as hers.
On the way over she had told Granddaddy exactly what she wanted for lunch: Broccoli with butter (so she could stick the broccoli into the butter like they were trees growing out of the butter) coleslaw, okra, shrimp, not macaroni and cheese, hushpuppy, and water. She tells us exactly what she wants each week and usually it’s pretty much the same as above. But it’s fun to listen to her ‘order’ though we know what it’s going to be.
After finishing her meal we headed back home. If you know Annabelle you know she moves at her own pace. She doesn’t let your time constraints affect her schedule. Somehow we were foolish enough to leave the Sunday paper in the backseat beside her. Lucky for us she didn’t see it when we were running late earlier. But she did see it this time. And the particular section she found was covering summer places to enjoy the water around the area. It took a bit of persuading but we finally got her in the car seat and buckled in.
She didn’t stop by casting the newspaper aside. No, she had to ‘read’ the paper all by herself. She examined every inch of the pictures on the page. She reminded me of the days when her oldest cousin always examined pictures on his presents and books, etc. when he was very, very young. She was just too cute not to take pictures of her. I hope my pictures came out, but I had to stop taking them because the camera showed a card error, so I may not have gotten them. (I found out my camera didn’t take but 2 pictures and it really didn’t take those two, so I’ve missed all those great shots of her being her natural self. It just makes me sick. I had taken quite a few of them and it looks like some of them would have been on there. And after Granddaddy reformatted the card and everything was erased he decided I should reset the date on it. I know little about whichever camera I’m using and having switched from the first camera we had to the second camera didn’t help. While I was fiddling with it I happened to come across a picture of my oldest grandson and me when he was just a wee tiny little fellow. How it survived all the previous reformatting we’ll never know, but it was there. Granddaddy swore up and down that it wasn’t possible until he saw it for himself. We just don’t know how to get that one little picture off the camera. I would love to have it so I can see how long ago it was. I’m wondering now if it wasn’t some that were stored on the camera itself and not the card!) Back to my original story…She was engrossed in her newspaper almost all the way home. Finally, she handed me the paper and said, “Read this to me, Grandmomma.” And after reading under one picture she wanted to continue to the next until we had read the page again and read it all. I didn’t mention that when she first picked up the newspaper with the water/beach pictures she found a Joann’s page. Being her grandmother’s grandchild she is she asked if she could put it with her paper and carry it home with her. You can’t start them too young on that crafty stuff!
Later in the night her Mom asked why I had left the newspaper at their house. Because it was her paper and she had really enjoyed reading her paper on the way home.
Since she had slept a little later this morning I knew my dreams of her naptime were just that…dreams…and I was so right. I had gone to bed so late and gotten up early for the last few days and I found it very difficult to stay awake. I suggested we both take a nap. She was having none of that. I laid down on the floor and closed my eyes and a busy little body would fall on top of me and pound me In the chest. “Don’t go to seep, Grandmomma, Wake up, Grandmomma,” so many times I finally gave it up and we played “Let’s go shopping, Grandmomma!” We sorted our goods into sections: food, toys, jewelry, etc. and then went shopping, only to have her finally knock her shopping bag off onto the floor…kerplunk, where it stayed until the day was almost over.
At one point she decided she wanted to put her sippy cup filled with her water/apple juice over in her shopping cart. I knew we would forget where we put it. At least I would forget. I suggested we move it from the cart because we would forget. She looked at me and said, “Nooo, I say, ‘Where are you, apple juice? And it will say ‘I right here, Dannabelle!” This was her logic for finding it. And as she was imitating her talking apple juice that cute little hand was just a moving as though her juice was holding up its hand telling her where it was. And this was all said in Annabelle’s precious little sing-song voice with much animation added.
At some point in the day Annabelle thought it would be a good idea to bake a puppy dog cake. She had found her two ended spatula I had bought her earlier to use with her cooking utensils. She left the room to find the puppy dog cake we would decorate. This was a little pull toy doggy that Aunt Kate, Uncle Ken and the boys had given to her when she was younger. She has loved that puppy and loves pulling him around the floor, but today he would become a puppy dog cake. She handed him to me and said, “You decorate the puppy dog cake, Grandmomma.” And I did. I spread plenty of white frosting on his body with that spatula. I added black for his eyes and she pointed out I need to add blue for his collar until finally I thought I had finished decorating him. But, alas, I had missed a few spots here and there and had to add the frosting to the missed spots until he was perfect to both of us. Until she holds up her hand and says, "Wait…wait Grandmomma, I haven’t baked him, yet!" She had to bake him in her oven and I had to frost him all over again, but he turned into a beautiful, delicious tasting puppy dog cake.
Conversation between Annabelle and Daddy at dinner:
Annabelle: “Daddy, where’s Mommy? Is she stuck in twaffik?”
Daddy after recovering from his shock: “Yes Sweetie, she is stuck in traffic.”
Annabelle as she twists and turns that cute little silly face around in front of Daddy: “But you didn’t get stuck in twaffik, Daddy!”
Daddy: “No, Sweetheart, I didn’t.”
Annabelle, after a moment of thought: “You need to fix doze twaffik lights, Daddy!”
There were two things going on in that little mind. First of all she was remembering what Grandmomma had told her earlier on the way to eat. We had gotten stuck behind a malfunctioning traffic light and it seemed to never want to change. Once it did change, it was a very, very short turn signal and it seemed we might have to sit for another long period of time behind that same light. Grandmomma made the comment that the next time she was with Mommy or Daddy and the light turned red she should say to them, “Daddy needs to fix that light!”
So since Mommy was apparently late due to being caught up in traffic it must have been Daddy’s fault because she couldn’t get through those badly mistimed traffic lights between Mommy’s office and home.
Daddy was a bit puzzled where all this came from. It didn’t take him long to figure out Grandmomma was somehow connected. After all, she gets blamed for quite a bit.
Annabelle has such a tremendous memory! It’s really hard to believe things she can remember from a while back and some from times when she wasn’t as vocal as she is now.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Today would have been my parent’s 81st wedding anniversary. Yes, I stand corrected by my daughter. How do I remember the number of years? Simple…I was very, very pregnant with my baby daughter 31 years ago when they celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. We celebrated their special anniversary by giving them a party and inviting their friends and neighbors. The party was at our local little community church the four children had grown up in and my father’s family had chartered. It was a very, very hot day for this already suffering pregnant woman who had chosen to wear the only dressy dress she had available to her. (Long sleeves, long dress, and silky, clingy to my bulging body. But my soon to be daughter (six weeks away from delivery) was there whether she knew it or not! I just add her age to 50 and know how long they would have been married.
To add to the misery my father-in-law had been and was in the hospital suffering from a heart attack. We had made many trips 2 ½ hours drive away on the week end and this would be the first we missed for maybe 4-6 weeks. I had been restricted from long drives on the road until after my delivery and the prior week end was to have been the last time I traveled to see them. Sadly, he would pass away the Friday following my parent’s anniversary.
About six weeks to two months earlier my sister-in-law had passed away. My mother-in-law and father-in-law had both come up for the funeral. Things moved fast in a very short time.
Earlier in April my only sister-in-law had passed away at a very young age of around 38 of a blood clot to the heart/lungs. She was a wonderful sister-in-law and I felt as though she was my sister, too. She taught me so much, or she tried to. She was fun and she and I could find lots of things to get into and relate to. She helped me make my first meal of hamburgers the summer my first niece was born. She took me to my first movie (a drive in showing ‘The birth of twins’, yuck!. My brother just happened to work at the drive-in to support his young family while putting himself through college and we were able to get into the movies free, I’m sure.
After Granddaddy and I married we still maintained our relationship with them and spent a few week-ends with them. Anytime she got a new gadget or appliance, she made it look like so much fun to use, and easy, too, that Granddaddy knew he would be looking for one in the stores for me later that week. I had to have the exact same Kenmore blender she had because she could make the best coleslaw in hers. Mine didn't quite turn out the same. The cookie maker that made the best spritz cookies was just for me. I could go on and on at the money she costs us during my early marriage.
My sister-in-law had a built-in sense of anything domestic. Too bad more of that didn’t rub off on me. She taught herself how to decorate the most beautiful cakes, probably long before Wilton started offering cake decorating classes. I had to pay for two courses with my best friend to learn how to make and decorate cakes that didn't look nearly as pretty as hers. I remember being in awe at the lovely cake covered with her very first perfectly sculpted home-made roses made from frosting that she brought for either my Daddy’s or my Mother’s Father/Mother Day celebration. She was very young when she came into our family, still in college, and it was such a shock and a very big loss when she passed away, way too soon, in April.
I have always said the ending of 1977 and the first 7 months of 1978 were the worst years of our marriage or even my life that I had ever lived through with all the tragedies we had gone through. They just didn’t seem to end. But the sorrows we had suffered were finally replaced with one of the biggest and best blessings we have ever had…we got the beautiful little girl we had so hoped and prayed for and our little girl was here, safe and sound. She was the very best thing to come out of 1978.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Now on to sharing some of the good things that came out of the year 2006…Annabelle!
We had our fairly regular routine of time with Annabelle, today. Her Mom has lots of meetings to go to especially during the summer so we get to spend time with Annabelle and since this was Wednesday we went to her house. We weren’t sure if we would eat fish with her today because my sister and my brother-in-law had other obligations to fulfill and didn’t know if the would finish in time to eat fish. But they did and we did. But first we had to convince Annabelle she really wanted to eat out today. We had to finish dressing in a hurry. There was hair to comb, shoes to find and put on, sippy cups to fill, bathroom runs to make and lots of other things to do, but she had decided she didn’t want to go out to eat today after all. Mommy says she has gotten to the point she doesn’t want to go anywhere anymore. Just likes to stay home and this was another one of those days. When I reminded her we needed to go out to eat she said she didn’t want to go out to eat and ran over to her left-over breakfast I had moved over to her high chair and out of the way. She had something to eat. She didn’t need to go out. I finally had to get strong with her and made her help me get finished. She settled down but not without giving me a bit of trouble.
Earlier in the week I had bought some cute little flower shaped silicone cupcake holders and I just knew Annabelle would love to use them to eat her food from. They came in a set of 12 for $10 from Wilton and I got them at Joann’s using a 40% off coupon, so I got them for only $6.00. There were six yellow ones and six pink ones. My choice would have been to have gotten them all in purple since that is her very favorite color for now, but I had to settle for what I could fine.
She found them on Monday before I had a chance to wash them and she did love them as I knew she would. I know my granddaughter, at least at the moment. I told her what they were for and that we would use them when we ate out or went on a picnic.
I had packed them in the car because I wasn’t sure if it would be a picnic or eat out day. So, I pulled them out at lunch and we divided her meal into those darling little cupcake holders! We used four of them because we just didn’t have a lot of room at the table because we were too late to get our usual favorite spot.
We put her favorite item of cooked broccoli in one, shrimp in another one, coleslaw in still another one and her fried okra in the remaining one. We didn’t have room for her hushpuppy. It drained off some of its grease on a napkin on the side. She chowed down on her food, so much so that she finished off most of my broccoli, as well as hers.
On the way over she had told Granddaddy exactly what she wanted for lunch: Broccoli with butter (so she could stick the broccoli into the butter like they were trees growing out of the butter) coleslaw, okra, shrimp, not macaroni and cheese, hushpuppy, and water. She tells us exactly what she wants each week and usually it’s pretty much the same as above. But it’s fun to listen to her ‘order’ though we know what it’s going to be.
After finishing her meal we headed back home. If you know Annabelle you know she moves at her own pace. She doesn’t let your time constraints affect her schedule. Somehow we were foolish enough to leave the Sunday paper in the backseat beside her. Lucky for us she didn’t see it when we were running late earlier. But she did see it this time. And the particular section she found was covering summer places to enjoy the water around the area. It took a bit of persuading but we finally got her in the car seat and buckled in.
She didn’t stop by casting the newspaper aside. No, she had to ‘read’ the paper all by herself. She examined every inch of the pictures on the page. She reminded me of the days when her oldest cousin always examined pictures on his presents and books, etc. when he was very, very young. She was just too cute not to take pictures of her. I hope my pictures came out, but I had to stop taking them because the camera showed a card error, so I may not have gotten them. (I found out my camera didn’t take but 2 pictures and it really didn’t take those two, so I’ve missed all those great shots of her being her natural self. It just makes me sick. I had taken quite a few of them and it looks like some of them would have been on there. And after Granddaddy reformatted the card and everything was erased he decided I should reset the date on it. I know little about whichever camera I’m using and having switched from the first camera we had to the second camera didn’t help. While I was fiddling with it I happened to come across a picture of my oldest grandson and me when he was just a wee tiny little fellow. How it survived all the previous reformatting we’ll never know, but it was there. Granddaddy swore up and down that it wasn’t possible until he saw it for himself. We just don’t know how to get that one little picture off the camera. I would love to have it so I can see how long ago it was. I’m wondering now if it wasn’t some that were stored on the camera itself and not the card!) Back to my original story…She was engrossed in her newspaper almost all the way home. Finally, she handed me the paper and said, “Read this to me, Grandmomma.” And after reading under one picture she wanted to continue to the next until we had read the page again and read it all. I didn’t mention that when she first picked up the newspaper with the water/beach pictures she found a Joann’s page. Being her grandmother’s grandchild she is she asked if she could put it with her paper and carry it home with her. You can’t start them too young on that crafty stuff!
Later in the night her Mom asked why I had left the newspaper at their house. Because it was her paper and she had really enjoyed reading her paper on the way home.
Since she had slept a little later this morning I knew my dreams of her naptime were just that…dreams…and I was so right. I had gone to bed so late and gotten up early for the last few days and I found it very difficult to stay awake. I suggested we both take a nap. She was having none of that. I laid down on the floor and closed my eyes and a busy little body would fall on top of me and pound me In the chest. “Don’t go to seep, Grandmomma, Wake up, Grandmomma,” so many times I finally gave it up and we played “Let’s go shopping, Grandmomma!” We sorted our goods into sections: food, toys, jewelry, etc. and then went shopping, only to have her finally knock her shopping bag off onto the floor…kerplunk, where it stayed until the day was almost over.
At one point she decided she wanted to put her sippy cup filled with her water/apple juice over in her shopping cart. I knew we would forget where we put it. At least I would forget. I suggested we move it from the cart because we would forget. She looked at me and said, “Nooo, I say, ‘Where are you, apple juice? And it will say ‘I right here, Dannabelle!” This was her logic for finding it. And as she was imitating her talking apple juice that cute little hand was just a moving as though her juice was holding up its hand telling her where it was. And this was all said in Annabelle’s precious little sing-song voice with much animation added.
At some point in the day Annabelle thought it would be a good idea to bake a puppy dog cake. She had found her two ended spatula I had bought her earlier to use with her cooking utensils. She left the room to find the puppy dog cake we would decorate. This was a little pull toy doggy that Aunt Kate, Uncle Ken and the boys had given to her when she was younger. She has loved that puppy and loves pulling him around the floor, but today he would become a puppy dog cake. She handed him to me and said, “You decorate the puppy dog cake, Grandmomma.” And I did. I spread plenty of white frosting on his body with that spatula. I added black for his eyes and she pointed out I need to add blue for his collar until finally I thought I had finished decorating him. But, alas, I had missed a few spots here and there and had to add the frosting to the missed spots until he was perfect to both of us. Until she holds up her hand and says, "Wait…wait Grandmomma, I haven’t baked him, yet!" She had to bake him in her oven and I had to frost him all over again, but he turned into a beautiful, delicious tasting puppy dog cake.
Conversation between Annabelle and Daddy at dinner:
Annabelle: “Daddy, where’s Mommy? Is she stuck in twaffik?”
Daddy after recovering from his shock: “Yes Sweetie, she is stuck in traffic.”
Annabelle as she twists and turns that cute little silly face around in front of Daddy: “But you didn’t get stuck in twaffik, Daddy!”
Daddy: “No, Sweetheart, I didn’t.”
Annabelle, after a moment of thought: “You need to fix doze twaffik lights, Daddy!”
There were two things going on in that little mind. First of all she was remembering what Grandmomma had told her earlier on the way to eat. We had gotten stuck behind a malfunctioning traffic light and it seemed to never want to change. Once it did change, it was a very, very short turn signal and it seemed we might have to sit for another long period of time behind that same light. Grandmomma made the comment that the next time she was with Mommy or Daddy and the light turned red she should say to them, “Daddy needs to fix that light!”
So since Mommy was apparently late due to being caught up in traffic it must have been Daddy’s fault because she couldn’t get through those badly mistimed traffic lights between Mommy’s office and home.
Daddy was a bit puzzled where all this came from. It didn’t take him long to figure out Grandmomma was somehow connected. After all, she gets blamed for quite a bit.
Annabelle has such a tremendous memory! It’s really hard to believe things she can remember from a while back and some from times when she wasn’t as vocal as she is now.
Monday, November 12, 2007
The Little Princess visits the farm...
Last Friday seemed to be the perfect day for a photo shoot of The Little Princess. It was a nice, crisp Autumn day and we had our beautiful little Princess as the focal point.
Sometimes it’s difficult finding time to work in a photo shoot when just general everyday living gets in the way. There are meals to prepare and eat and clean up after. There are naps The Little Princesses’ mommy dreams she will take, though you’re pretty sure you know who will win this battle. After all, she is The Princess, and she who wears the crown, rules the kingdom. Most days “Mommy to The Little Princess” wins the “first nap” battle. The afternoon nap battle is usually won by The Little Princess.
So you find yourself trying to find a time for that photo shoot in between eating, cleaning and the battles before “not” taking a nap. Before you know it, the day is over. You try anyway.
You will enjoy making some more happy memories. If not for the Little Princess, then certainly for yourself. And you know that she will thoroughly enjoy traipsing through the area trying to outrun, and outwit her mommy and grandparents as they struggle to keep up with her, trying to catch her just before she tumbles to the ground.
The backdrop for our pictures was a park farm which included some of the original owner’s farm buildings, an old homestead with an old well, and numerous other buildings of interest. Nice choice for pictures. The Little Princess looked so very, very cute in the long green dress with smocking that her mommy had chosen for her. Her mommy commented she could have been another little Laura Ingalls from The Little House on the Prairie days.
When The Analyzer and Little Free Spirit lived in the area we took them to visit the farm, but Beautiful Blue Eyes hasn’t been there yet, and this was the first time for The Little Princess and her mother. It was a beautiful place to turn a little one loose and let her wander for an hour or more. Nothing could have made The Little Princess happier.
As we were getting photo shots by the farm house well, something caught the attention of The Little Princess. She kept mumbling something and pointing behind her. It sounded an awful lot like the first parts of the word “Pumpkin”. I turned and looked. That’s exactly what she was trying to say. On the porch behind her were several pumpkins stacked neatly. They had caught her eye, and she wanted somebody to acknowledge she knew what she had seen.
I keep telling the Queen Mommy, The Little Princess carefully chooses her words she wants to use, and when she uses them you just aren’t listening to them. She’s really using them, King and Queen. Listen! She doesn’t waste a lot of time on frivolous words. She’s really telling you things.
The Little Princess has no concept of a porches’ beginning or end. Now that she’s learned she can run she doesn’t slow down for old people to catch up with her.
That was her fun thing for the day. She would head for the end of the porch. We always managed to get there before she did, but one day she may find the porch does have an end because we may not be fast enough to catch her. And kerplunk, the body will meet the ground. Tough lesson to have to learn, and I sure hope it isn’t anytime soon, if ever.
For the first few hundred pictures The Little Princess will give you her very best photo smile. Then she gets very tired of that camera in her face, and listening to people call from every direction, “Little Princess, Little Princess, look this way, look this way,” and then her demeanor changes to either her phase out…”Can’t you see I’m ignoring you now” stage, or her “This is enough, folks, you’re really making a sweet baby cry” look.
But the day wasn’t a total washout. Out of the 500+ shots there were some really cute ones, but then again, all 500+ would have been cute had the sun not cast its
shadows all over our beautiful subject.
Sometimes it’s difficult finding time to work in a photo shoot when just general everyday living gets in the way. There are meals to prepare and eat and clean up after. There are naps The Little Princesses’ mommy dreams she will take, though you’re pretty sure you know who will win this battle. After all, she is The Princess, and she who wears the crown, rules the kingdom. Most days “Mommy to The Little Princess” wins the “first nap” battle. The afternoon nap battle is usually won by The Little Princess.
So you find yourself trying to find a time for that photo shoot in between eating, cleaning and the battles before “not” taking a nap. Before you know it, the day is over. You try anyway.
You will enjoy making some more happy memories. If not for the Little Princess, then certainly for yourself. And you know that she will thoroughly enjoy traipsing through the area trying to outrun, and outwit her mommy and grandparents as they struggle to keep up with her, trying to catch her just before she tumbles to the ground.
The backdrop for our pictures was a park farm which included some of the original owner’s farm buildings, an old homestead with an old well, and numerous other buildings of interest. Nice choice for pictures. The Little Princess looked so very, very cute in the long green dress with smocking that her mommy had chosen for her. Her mommy commented she could have been another little Laura Ingalls from The Little House on the Prairie days.
When The Analyzer and Little Free Spirit lived in the area we took them to visit the farm, but Beautiful Blue Eyes hasn’t been there yet, and this was the first time for The Little Princess and her mother. It was a beautiful place to turn a little one loose and let her wander for an hour or more. Nothing could have made The Little Princess happier.
As we were getting photo shots by the farm house well, something caught the attention of The Little Princess. She kept mumbling something and pointing behind her. It sounded an awful lot like the first parts of the word “Pumpkin”. I turned and looked. That’s exactly what she was trying to say. On the porch behind her were several pumpkins stacked neatly. They had caught her eye, and she wanted somebody to acknowledge she knew what she had seen.
I keep telling the Queen Mommy, The Little Princess carefully chooses her words she wants to use, and when she uses them you just aren’t listening to them. She’s really using them, King and Queen. Listen! She doesn’t waste a lot of time on frivolous words. She’s really telling you things.
The Little Princess has no concept of a porches’ beginning or end. Now that she’s learned she can run she doesn’t slow down for old people to catch up with her.
That was her fun thing for the day. She would head for the end of the porch. We always managed to get there before she did, but one day she may find the porch does have an end because we may not be fast enough to catch her. And kerplunk, the body will meet the ground. Tough lesson to have to learn, and I sure hope it isn’t anytime soon, if ever.
For the first few hundred pictures The Little Princess will give you her very best photo smile. Then she gets very tired of that camera in her face, and listening to people call from every direction, “Little Princess, Little Princess, look this way, look this way,” and then her demeanor changes to either her phase out…”Can’t you see I’m ignoring you now” stage, or her “This is enough, folks, you’re really making a sweet baby cry” look.
But the day wasn’t a total washout. Out of the 500+ shots there were some really cute ones, but then again, all 500+ would have been cute had the sun not cast its
shadows all over our beautiful subject.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Let me introduce you to...
Number 1 Grandson = The Analyst – He earned this name early on in life. Never have I seen a child who would so carefully check each and every detail on everything his little life came in contact with. Before he reached the ripe old age of one, his Mother took what has become one of my favorite pictures of him when they were at the beach. He has a handful of sand running through his tiny little hands, and he appears to be carefully checking out each and every grain as it passes through. I am still trying to hang a title to a scrapbook page for this picture, but because it is so serious, I haven’t captured the perfect title yet.
The Analyst is the type of child who closely examines each and every picture on birthday, Christmas, whatever gift he receives, boxes and could probably tell you exactly how it is made just from the pictures alone. He doesn’t necessarily have to hold the toy in his hand; the box will be just fine.
He’s the dreamer of what his next Lego creation will become with a bit of twisting and twixing. He’s the child who loves the printed word. He’s the one who brings fantasy into the real world for his little brothers by reading to them. No, he’s not a geek, but he definitely shows signs of higher intelligence.
Grandson #2= Little Free Spirit – He has a caring, trusting, loving spirit that runs deep and free without a care in the world as long as he has his big brother by his side. No sweeter child walked this earth than Little Free Spirit. Little Brother, Beautiful Blue Eyes, can be a bit of a nuisance, but Little Free Spirit tries to make the best of it. He is every bit as smart and intelligent as his older brother. He just has less time in his life to spend caring about the life of perfection. Life is for living and it's way too short for frivilous things for Little Free Spirit.
This one can leech his way into your heart with simple little statements such as “How’s your art work going, Grandmomma?” He’s referring, of course, not to some great masterpiece you’ve just created, but to your pitiful little contribution to the art world by stamping images, sometimes crookedly placed on a card, colored with colors that don’t always blend well with other colors on the page. But, nevertheless, to him it’s “your art work”. He’s what keeps you going.
He's the template for the Publix commercial of four -year old soccer players, playing on the field of life. Just melts your heart completely.
Grandson #3 = He is such a combination of so many personalities I haven’t found his “just so” title, yet, but it will be added and you may see him referred to as many different things before I finally capture his true personality. One is influenced by so many things in life by the time he reaches the world as Child #3, that it’s hard to pinpoint a clear title.
Since he drew the #3 spot in life, most likely he will be the most independent one out of the three. A survivor he must become, a tender child he will be, oh at least the majority of the time, and a charmer, most definitely. He he has to learned to use those charms on everyone he comes in contact with. The manipulator he will become because that is another step to becoming a survivor. This one will be carefully watched for many special personality developments.
But for reasons described below, at this time, I will refer to him as Beautiful Baby Blues.
At the time of Grandson #2 and Grandson #3’s birth I would never have dreamed they could possibly resemble Grandson #1 so very much. They all seemed so very different physically until years later looking back on each little baby picture one could see so many resemblances that indeed it is very hard to determine just which child’s pictures you are looking at, unless you had the pictures marked on the backs with the dates and/or ages.
Each of the three was blessed with the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve every seen. And eyelashes any girl would die for! All wasted on three little boys who don’t need to be spreading their charms and flashing those precious eyes to pick up girls. They will have plenty of means to stop the ladies in their tracks without those beautiful eyes. This was an added treasured inheritances passed on to them by their father, and grandfather.
These are the blessings passed on to us by our son and daughter-in-law. We couldn't have asked for more.
But receive, we did. From our daughter and son-in-law came Grandchild #4/Granddaughter #1. And how shall I refer to her? Well, none other than “The Little Princess”, of course. That’s a spot and a name reserved for royalty, and royalty she is. She expects and shall receive only the best life has to offer. A lot of this expectancy comes from the spot in our family she drew. You can’t become #1 child in your particular family and #1 granddaughter in the overall family without having certain expectations. “I expect the rest of the world to know I’m as charming and beautiful and special as my family thinks I am”…type of attitude.
I may have to visit a name change later because at this point in her life The Little Princess is showing sure signs I will have to rename her “ Little Renegade.” I can see her rejecting her royal title because she doesn’t have time for following the rules. She is a climber; she is a runner; she is an examiner; she is an explorer; she thirsts for new adventures outside the Castle and away from the King and the Queen…All at the ripe old age of 12 1/2 months. Her life should prove quite interesting…She may be the reason I have to give up the dreams of lace and add her to the world of denim with her little boy cousins. This may become the site of Denim, Denim, Denim and Denim. Lace may slow her down way too much.
The Analyst is the type of child who closely examines each and every picture on birthday, Christmas, whatever gift he receives, boxes and could probably tell you exactly how it is made just from the pictures alone. He doesn’t necessarily have to hold the toy in his hand; the box will be just fine.
He’s the dreamer of what his next Lego creation will become with a bit of twisting and twixing. He’s the child who loves the printed word. He’s the one who brings fantasy into the real world for his little brothers by reading to them. No, he’s not a geek, but he definitely shows signs of higher intelligence.
Grandson #2= Little Free Spirit – He has a caring, trusting, loving spirit that runs deep and free without a care in the world as long as he has his big brother by his side. No sweeter child walked this earth than Little Free Spirit. Little Brother, Beautiful Blue Eyes, can be a bit of a nuisance, but Little Free Spirit tries to make the best of it. He is every bit as smart and intelligent as his older brother. He just has less time in his life to spend caring about the life of perfection. Life is for living and it's way too short for frivilous things for Little Free Spirit.
This one can leech his way into your heart with simple little statements such as “How’s your art work going, Grandmomma?” He’s referring, of course, not to some great masterpiece you’ve just created, but to your pitiful little contribution to the art world by stamping images, sometimes crookedly placed on a card, colored with colors that don’t always blend well with other colors on the page. But, nevertheless, to him it’s “your art work”. He’s what keeps you going.
He's the template for the Publix commercial of four -year old soccer players, playing on the field of life. Just melts your heart completely.
Grandson #3 = He is such a combination of so many personalities I haven’t found his “just so” title, yet, but it will be added and you may see him referred to as many different things before I finally capture his true personality. One is influenced by so many things in life by the time he reaches the world as Child #3, that it’s hard to pinpoint a clear title.
Since he drew the #3 spot in life, most likely he will be the most independent one out of the three. A survivor he must become, a tender child he will be, oh at least the majority of the time, and a charmer, most definitely. He he has to learned to use those charms on everyone he comes in contact with. The manipulator he will become because that is another step to becoming a survivor. This one will be carefully watched for many special personality developments.
But for reasons described below, at this time, I will refer to him as Beautiful Baby Blues.
At the time of Grandson #2 and Grandson #3’s birth I would never have dreamed they could possibly resemble Grandson #1 so very much. They all seemed so very different physically until years later looking back on each little baby picture one could see so many resemblances that indeed it is very hard to determine just which child’s pictures you are looking at, unless you had the pictures marked on the backs with the dates and/or ages.
Each of the three was blessed with the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve every seen. And eyelashes any girl would die for! All wasted on three little boys who don’t need to be spreading their charms and flashing those precious eyes to pick up girls. They will have plenty of means to stop the ladies in their tracks without those beautiful eyes. This was an added treasured inheritances passed on to them by their father, and grandfather.
These are the blessings passed on to us by our son and daughter-in-law. We couldn't have asked for more.
But receive, we did. From our daughter and son-in-law came Grandchild #4/Granddaughter #1. And how shall I refer to her? Well, none other than “The Little Princess”, of course. That’s a spot and a name reserved for royalty, and royalty she is. She expects and shall receive only the best life has to offer. A lot of this expectancy comes from the spot in our family she drew. You can’t become #1 child in your particular family and #1 granddaughter in the overall family without having certain expectations. “I expect the rest of the world to know I’m as charming and beautiful and special as my family thinks I am”…type of attitude.
I may have to visit a name change later because at this point in her life The Little Princess is showing sure signs I will have to rename her “ Little Renegade.” I can see her rejecting her royal title because she doesn’t have time for following the rules. She is a climber; she is a runner; she is an examiner; she is an explorer; she thirsts for new adventures outside the Castle and away from the King and the Queen…All at the ripe old age of 12 1/2 months. Her life should prove quite interesting…She may be the reason I have to give up the dreams of lace and add her to the world of denim with her little boy cousins. This may become the site of Denim, Denim, Denim and Denim. Lace may slow her down way too much.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
Tonight my daughter decided to introduce me to the world of technology through blogging. I learned you can act dumb (normal) and your child will set you up and put you on the road to even more total confusion and all you have to remember are your passwords and how to get into your blog.
We shall see if this works for me.
I had to make choices of a name. Cutesy names, serious names, plain names. What would it be. My original choice was alright, but then I decided I needed something more in line with my life.
I have three grandsons and one granddaughter. My second choice was already taken, so I opted for the one above. The lace represents my sweet granddaughter who recently celebrated her first birthday and the denim represents my handsome grandsons who are now (No. 1 Grandson - soon to be eight; No. 2 Grandson few months short of 6; and No. 3 Grandson who just turned two. Grandsons are all sons of my son and his wife; Granddaughter is daughter of my daughter and her husband.
Maybe there will be plenty of lace in my life to help balance the denim. Not that one is more precious than the other. But then again, who knows, the granddaughter may decide she wants to be a little tomboy and wear denim after all. I'll take them all,just the way they are, and be more than glad I've got them. All of them.
We shall see if this works for me.
I had to make choices of a name. Cutesy names, serious names, plain names. What would it be. My original choice was alright, but then I decided I needed something more in line with my life.
I have three grandsons and one granddaughter. My second choice was already taken, so I opted for the one above. The lace represents my sweet granddaughter who recently celebrated her first birthday and the denim represents my handsome grandsons who are now (No. 1 Grandson - soon to be eight; No. 2 Grandson few months short of 6; and No. 3 Grandson who just turned two. Grandsons are all sons of my son and his wife; Granddaughter is daughter of my daughter and her husband.
Maybe there will be plenty of lace in my life to help balance the denim. Not that one is more precious than the other. But then again, who knows, the granddaughter may decide she wants to be a little tomboy and wear denim after all. I'll take them all,just the way they are, and be more than glad I've got them. All of them.
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