A few evenings ago, she was diligently working on writing her name and drawing pictures. She was on the floor, working on about twenty sheets of paper (a terrible waste but who wants to stifle a budding artist/writer). She was sitting with her legs crossed, facing away from Hubby and me. Each time she bent over her work, a crack peeked out from over the top of her pants. I nudged him and we silently chuckled. Hubby pulled out his phone and snapped this picture. If she was worried about not looking pretty on a green dance spot, I wonder what she’ll think of this someday.
Our normal routine after dance class is to drop by a local fast food restaurant for lunch. After eating her favorite food, chicken nuggets, my sweet little granddaughter asked to play the game that came with her meal. Since I was only half way through my salad, I agreed (have you ever noticed how long it takes to chew lettuce and swallow it?). The cute game involved launching paper coins with a mouse trap shaped launcher onto a game board. Of course several coins were launched clear off the table. As she reached for one of them head first, she got stuck up-side-down. “A little help here!” she exclaimed. “Where did she learn that?” I wondered. Her mind is like a little sponge, absorbing everything around her. It is fascinating for me to watch her developing from a baby, to a toddler, and very soon into a little girl. It’s a shame I didn’t take more time to observe and enjoy my own children in that way. I was too busy trying to be a perfect wife and mother while working outside my home that I think we all lost out on some of the joy. No regrets, I’m just saying… Where, oh where, did the time fly?
One last recent quote I found amusing: “I think I’ll measure my feet,” she said as she stepped on the scale. “My feet are 44, Grandma.”
4 comments:
I don't know where she comes up with half the stuff she says either.
When we were getting out of the car yesterday, she was taking her sweet ole time. When I told her to hurry up she asked me "Why"? then preceded to tell me "Papaw, you need to be a little more patient. I'm doing the best I can with the seatbelt still on."
I think we need to keep a close eye on this one. She's only 3 now (4 in March). Who knows what she'll be saying or doing when she gets older. No matter what it is, I'll bet she'll be challenging.
How precious!! She is such a dollbaby. I am so happy you are making these memories with her.
Love you all
Deb
So you think you maybe in over your head with the the young one? Just grin and bear it!You know they are what keeps you young. Love the picture, best one yet..It's cold here should be-0- in the AM. Sounds like you must be feeling better? (I'm glad to see that)LOVE TO EVERYONE!!!WV....
That's hysterical! I think I've heard "A little help here!" more than once from- I won't say who!! ;)
I wish that when I measured my feet the number would be a lot less than it is! I just might adopt her thinking when it comes to the scale. It sounds much better to say "My feet are ____"!
When he was that young we used to say that her older brother would be a truck driver- perhaps this toddler is destined to be a plumber! Ha!
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