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.
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