This time
last weekend I was on my second night of “Grammy Nannying” Little Leighton (aka
Biscuit aka LL) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) while TLC and Her Hubby enjoyed a
two-night get-away to Austin
It was my
first time to keep The Little Princesses by myself! I’d kept LL a few times when she was tiny. I’d kept Belle this past 4th of July by
myself. For one night. But I’d never kept both—alone—without My Sweet Hubby
(MSH).
I’d
arrived at TLC’s casa on Thursday morning. Received all my (millions of/written)
instructions and had taken over their care, on my own little lonesome, around 10:30 . That day went pretty dadgum
good! Baby Elle took a LONG nap. We picked Biscuit up at her school at 2:00 that afternoon. We stayed for
almost an hour—on the playground—where Belle thought she was quite The Big
Girl.
Once we
got home, time went by fast. Snack. Playroom time. Dinner. Baths. (Okay. We had
a couple of mishaps at bathtime. LL got out of the bathtub and fell on the
tile—because she was running. I accidentally bumped Belle’s head on the linen
closet door trying to get some chapstick off a shelf. Both recovered after only
a few tears. I felt terrible. We all survived.)
By the Way: I’d also never had had to bathe the two of them by
myself. It’s tricky. Honestly, this was my biggest worry. LL was a HUGE help,
though. We got 'er done. Belle was in bed and asleep by 7:00 that evening.
Biscuit in bed and asleep by 8:00 . Grammy Ga-Ga was in bed and out
like a light by 10:30 . I don’t think I moved until my alarm went off at 5:00
a.m.
Friday morn.
I got up
super early to get my makeup on. Fixed my Big Texas 6:30 , I saw Belle sitting up in her
crib. I was counting on a 7:00 a.m. wakeup. Sigh. Then I heard this:
Mama Mia!
Hallelujah! Hi, Ga-Ga! (What Belle calls me—although
she’s beginning to say Grammy quite often now…) Hi, Ne-Ne! (What Belle calls Little Leighton…) Hi, Mama! Hi, DaDa! Hi, Pa-Pa! Hi, Olaf! (What Biscuit named our
first calf born this year…) Mama Mia!
Hallelujah!
Over. And
over. And over. I was certain she was going to wake LL up. By the time I got
upstairs and retrieved her from her crib, LL was awake. (They slept later the
next morning. Praise The Lord.)
Explanation
of Mama Mia and Hallelujah:
A couple
of weeks ago, TLC and I sang some Abba songs for LL and Belle. While they were
having an afternoon snack. (Naturally, we were incredible.) We danced to Dancing Queen. Duh. Belle
realized she could say Mama Mia and practiced it. For days. And days.
The first
time TLC took Belle to an ENT in Frisco, back in the Spring, they were playing the movie “Sing”
on the waiting room TV. Biscuit FELL IN LOVE with it. TLC
purchased it as soon as she could and downloaded several of the songs on her
phone. Biscuit learned every word of every song. One of them is the Tori Kelly
version of the song “Hallelujah.” Belle ADORES it. It is truly the CUTEST thing to hear her sing it. Mostly she just knows the Hallelujah part. And she says it like this:
Halleyuyah. But trust me: It is P.R.E.C.I.O.U.S.
I made it
with no problems to Saturday afternoon (I confess: I had help from MSH aka
Pa-Pa, who came for several hours on Friday, and my youngest sister, Aunt Lucy,
who came for several hours on Saturday…Basically, I guess I cheated.)! TLC and
Her Hubby were back by 3:00 p.m. With gluten-free cupcakes and
stories to tell! I was home and on my davenport by 5:00 p.m. Pooped. But in such a MARVELOUS way.
I’m
currently feeling pretty confident I can Solo-Grammy-Nanny again. Soon. Mama
TLC EARNS her time away,
bless her sweet heart. This was her first trip, in fact, with Her Hubby, just
the two of them, since Belle was born. She’s My Hero. I’m serious. She’s THE
BEST mother and daughter. Ever.
Mama Mia...it’s Friday night! Hallelujah!
(Be safe and happy and kind and
do get some rest, Dear Friends Everywhere…)
ta-ta for now…
ELC
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