The Magic Wand
Calling for geese with grandpa
Charlotte the Snail
Little Kiss
Sprinkler Magic
happy reunion
I was tired, weary actually, so spring break found us at grandma and grandpa's house, which meant Annabelle's days went something like this: Wake up late, at about 8:00, get dressed, head to the big house, eat a hearty breakfast of some kind of pork product, and then time to go outside and get on the swing. But since grandpa has not taken his shower, she has to wait patiently and ride her bike or scooter. When he finally comes out, she gets on the swing for about an hour. Grandpa pushes her and talks to his next door neighbor, who by this time has mosied on over for gossip and an 11:00 beer. Then she is done with the swing and gets in the sandbox. She finds a snail, which we kept as a pet, and kept alive, I might add, for an entire week. She names the snail Charlotte and goes about finding plants and a suitable place for him/her to live. Then we eat lunch and watch the birds at the bird feeder outside the kitchen window. Then more swing, bike, scooter, with a break for some shop time with my dad, where they drill holes into stuff. Then she comes inside and makes a mess or paints herself with markers which causes my mom to shoo her outside for a run through the sprinkler. Then more swing time or a trip down to the river to call the geese. Then supper, and a bath. Then we head over to the little house and she sits out on the back porch to watch the stars come out and listen to the sound of the night on my mom's lap while my mom tells her stories. Then we work on our Lenten project which is a prayer cross, where every night we tear out a piece of construction paper and write down the name of someone we want to pray for. I placed behind my mom and auntie and uncle dale and Johnathan the Lion at the Houston zoo but ahead of grandma's cats and papa, so I am feeling pretty good.
I was tired, weary actually, so spring break found us at grandma and grandpa's house, which meant Annabelle's days went something like this: Wake up late, at about 8:00, get dressed, head to the big house, eat a hearty breakfast of some kind of pork product, and then time to go outside and get on the swing. But since grandpa has not taken his shower, she has to wait patiently and ride her bike or scooter. When he finally comes out, she gets on the swing for about an hour. Grandpa pushes her and talks to his next door neighbor, who by this time has mosied on over for gossip and an 11:00 beer. Then she is done with the swing and gets in the sandbox. She finds a snail, which we kept as a pet, and kept alive, I might add, for an entire week. She names the snail Charlotte and goes about finding plants and a suitable place for him/her to live. Then we eat lunch and watch the birds at the bird feeder outside the kitchen window. Then more swing, bike, scooter, with a break for some shop time with my dad, where they drill holes into stuff. Then she comes inside and makes a mess or paints herself with markers which causes my mom to shoo her outside for a run through the sprinkler. Then more swing time or a trip down to the river to call the geese. Then supper, and a bath. Then we head over to the little house and she sits out on the back porch to watch the stars come out and listen to the sound of the night on my mom's lap while my mom tells her stories. Then we work on our Lenten project which is a prayer cross, where every night we tear out a piece of construction paper and write down the name of someone we want to pray for. I placed behind my mom and auntie and uncle dale and Johnathan the Lion at the Houston zoo but ahead of grandma's cats and papa, so I am feeling pretty good.
Tallulah's day goes like this: eat, happy, put stuff in mouth, suddenly and for no reason decide she is pissed, screams f0r what seems like an eternity, then nap. Repeat until 7 p.m. then sleep till midnight and then wake up every three hours.
My day goes like this: corral Annabelle, make sure the baby doesn't swallow leaves, nurse the baby, play with baby, curse baby, fuss at mom for fussing at me for letting the baby cry it out. repeat.
I really didn't want to come home, but on Thursday Annabelle announced that she missed her dad and wanted to go home immediately, because she "can't live without papa."
Which is just as it should be.
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