Friday (10-10) morn, MSH had to leave for
From the moment TLC and LL arrive until they leave, and except for meals, naps and bedtime, LL is One Busy Little Bee! It’s been three weeks since her last visit. She always acts like it’s been six months—running around in “her” room, checking out the toys in the master bedroom and my office, looking for Morty, The Cat, and talking to Buddy Bear, The Dog. MSH and I savor every single second she’s here.
Here're my favourite things about 10-10 (Because you’ve been waiting patiently, for days, for this, right?):
- Once MSH and TLC were gone, LL and I finished up a good breakfast of oatmeal and strawberries. While I washed dishes, LL played in her/The Guest Room. It’s right by the kitchen, so it’s easy to keep an eye on her. Since she currently runs (or as she says, “Zooms!”) everywhere (“I zooming, Gwammy!”), we all have to be ready to stop what we’re doing and follow her. She came out of the bedroom with her stroller and (doll) diaper bag. She told me she was going to “Go see the ducks, Gwammy!” (This is what she and I do when I’m at her home—we do this A LOT!) I asked her if she wanted to take one of her “babies” in the stroller, as it was empty. She said, “Yes, Gwammy. I get Sweetie!” We decided the “pond” would be in Grammy and Pa-Pa’s room. When we got in there, I suggested that the rug, by our French doors, serve as the “pond.” We always take a Ziploc bag of bread when we visit LL’s ducks. I got a baggie and some of her “pretend” bread and then thought of the two ducks in our tub that she plays with during bathtime. We put them on the rug and VOILA. A duck pond extraordinnaire. She had such fun! I’m confident this will be a new “regular” thing we do at some point during a visit.
- I tried to sneak off to put in a load of laundry. It took LL approximately 15 seconds to realize I wasn’t in our room. “Gwammy? GWAMMY? Where are you?” she loudly says as she “zooms” around trying to find me. Can you tell I adore the way she says “Gwammy.”
- We read books in “her” room. She sat in my lap and listened to every single word I said. Of the five books we read, we read two twice. I’d read them ten times each if she wanted me to. Fifty. I would.
- Once TLC got back home, we caught her up on our shenanigans and then started to think about lunch. I also needed to get our dinner prepared and in the fridge. I’d figured out how I could make my Hot Chicken Salad “gluten-free.” We sat LL up on the island and she watched, intently, as I cut up the grilled chicken and TLC cut up celery and red bell peppers. She asked for some of everything. I got her some Ranch dressing so she could dip the celery and bell peppers in it. Lunch on the island instead of in her high chair? Scandalous. She thought it was grand.
- At
breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks that occur while in a high chair at
the kitchen/dining room table, LL reminds us “Buh-wessing?” (LL uses the
letter “W” for her "L's" and “R’s." Sometimes, if I’m having a teensy bit of
trouble understanding what she’s saying, I substitute the letter “W” in
there somewhere and can figure it out 98% of the time!) We typically start
her out on something like toast or a salad or some fruit while we’re
getting everything together. As soon as we’re all seated,
here comes LL's "Buh-wessing?": “God is great.
God is good. Let us thank Him for our food. Amen.” We all say it loud and
proud! She says every word with us. It makes me get tears in my eyes. If she has “seconds,” or when it’s time for her
to have a cookie or some kind of dessert, she’ll say: “Buh-wessing,
again?” Yep. We do it again. We figure we can never, ever thank God enough
for everything we have. At Our 10-10
- After
a great nap, TLC and I surprised LL with a trip to The Pumpkin Patch at Lone
Star Family Farm near Stephenville, Texas—about 16 miles from our
home. It was hot—this is
- After dinner, LL entertained TLC, MSH and me on the back porch. She sings the ABC song and misses not one letter. She dances. She twirls. She giggles. She makes silly noises. She laughs out loud and with gusto. She's a hoot.
- Bathtime has always been a favourite time of the day for LL. MSH and I have a big garden tub with lots o’ toys. LL gets into her own little world and needs no entertaining. She’ll occasionally ask me if I’d like a “latte?” (She can say that “L!”) I, of course, think her lattes are the best I’ve ever had. Could she think I’m really tasting the bubbles? Hmmm. I don't know.
- It’s
quite the process to get LL’s jammies on. She’s still in diapers. So
there’s that. Then she needs a saline nose solution every night. For on-going congestion. TLC has done this
almost since she was born, so there’s really no fussing from LL about it.
TLC will let her hold that container when she’s done. Friday night LL
said: “Gwammy, this is gwuten-fwee!” Oh. My. Bless her precious little
heart. TLC is educating her about her medical situation. Which, of course,
is an excellent idea. Jammies. Teeth-brushing. (In cold weather, the final
step is getting her hair blow-dried. Right now, in
- Saying
good night to LL is THE BEST. She’s super-cuddly
and loves a hug and a smooch. She says: “I wove you, Gwammy.” Sigh. My
heart smiles bigger than
