Thursday, May 31, 2007

Just the girls

My granddaughter L has been asking for a just us girls sleepover. I finally had three days off so we had a two night sleepover, just the two of us. Usually we have F, her two year old brother with us. So this was really a special treat.

We went to the playground, rode her bike around and around, climbed the (monkey)bars, pushed her real high on the swings, and "spotted" her while she hung upside down from her knees.

We went to the Children's Museum where we piloted a plane, climbed a skyscraper, designed a room, played kalaid-o-scope on a computer, rang doorbells, brushed giant teeth, took our picture in the photobooth while making silly faces, and this was just the first of our three hour visit.

It was what being a grandmother is all about. Unconditional love and lots of push up bars. We both get to do whatever we want and nobody tells us we have to eat all our dinner before dessert.

Our just girls nights were fun and over way too soon. Now, I am lonely again. But, only for a few nights, because M and FH are having a boys only (well, except for me, I am allowed since I am Meme), sleepover Saturday night. It will seem like old times, since for so many years it was just their daddy's and me. We'll have a blast, probably in more ways than one.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

God's House, really?

I went to L's and FH's end of the year school program. It was held in the church. After the program, L was crawling all over the pews. I was trying quite unsuccesfully to get her to stop. Finally I said to her, "don't climb all over the pews, this is God's House". She stopped immediately and looked all around and said "Where is he??? I fumbled a minute and then said, "oh, He is in heaven". She looked back at me and continued climbing.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

My first words

My first words that really count are yet to be said. At least on this blog. I got the idea for the name of this blog from my daughter-in-law. She always tells her son to use his words instead of the usual screams from a two year old. The phrase stuck with me, so here I am using it for my blog. So, credit goes to A for my first real words. Not that I doubt my ability to claim many readers of my words (or thoughts), it will just be difficult to have them when you do not let anyone know you are writing them. So, if you find me, hello and welcome.