Saturday Smile: Hello, Lilly

Though we are only here in AZ for a few weeks, we will miss our Denver grandkids. We have two who live in Vermont, and we keep in touch with them through the magic of Face Time, and we will do the same these three weeks with the others as well. In the meantime, my great-nieces and -nephews here will fill the gap. We had lunch yesterday with my niece Maggie and little 2-year-old Lilly. As we all got out of our respective cars at the restaurant, Lilly spotted us and ran on her two little legs right towards us……and right past me to Bill, jumping into his arms. The little rat fink! She warmed up at lunch, however……

bill-kris-lilly

Have a great weekend.

Saturday Smile: Delightful Dagny

dagny decorate cupcakesDagny turned 9 yesterday. Since her family has had a busy couple of days, she had kind of a quiet birthday and will celebrate at Heritage Square with a few of her friends today. But at 2 o’clock, Addie – who was visiting me – got a telephone call from Dagny.

“You and Nana are invited to attend my tea party at 3 o’clock,” she said in her delightfully loveable voice.

We accept, Addie told her.

When we arrived, she had set a little table and had prepared some goodies, including deviled eggs, cucumber sandwiches, tiny PB&J sandwiches, and a pretty fruit plate. So Dagny, her two sisters, her mom, and I enjoyed a lovely afternoon tea.

Later that evening, Papa and I joined the rest of the family at a dinner celebrating Dagny. She picked the menu, so of course we had steak and pork and potatoes. Her mother apparently told her she needed to pick a vegetable, and she chose cauliflower. Cupcakes for dessert, vanilla of course. A vehicle to hold a candle to honor my favorite 9-year-old.

Dagny and Grandma Lynne and many presents

Dagny and Grandma Lynne and many presents

Dagny makes me smile every time I see her.

 

dagny and ant farm

Dagny proudly showing off her ant farm, which PROMPTLY went outside.

 

Addie and Papa play catch in the street. No broken windows. Or bones.

Addie and Papa play catch in the street. No broken windows. Or bones.

 

 

Saturday Smile: Just a Bump

Addie roses

Adelaide Grace, looking all the world like she will never hit a pedestrian.

I took the kids to the movies recently. As we were leaving, I was carefully backing up, looking this way and that. While I haven’t reached the point of backing into parking spaces like most of the elderly people in Arizona, I admit I drive through parking spaces whenever possible so that I’m headed out. You see, I have this terrible fear of running over a child, and more specifically, one of my grandkids. Gruesome, I know.

Anyway, as I was oh-so- carefully backing out, I mentioned to Addie who was in the front seat with me that I am so fearful of hitting a child.

“Yeah, I don’t really understand why that scares you so much,” she said. “You’re going so slow, you would just knock them over.”

Yikes. I’m very thankful that she has four years before she can drive!

Have a great weekend.

Wait. What?

Bill and I flew to Chicago earlier this week to visit his mother. Our plane left Denver at 10 a.m. and arrived Chicago at 1:30 p.m. Right over the lunch hour.

As that great philosopher Captain Kangaroo would say, you have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me, so I bought a few things to snack on so that we wouldn’t be hungry. A couple of peanut butter protein bars, a big Snickers bar, a bag of peanuts, and at Bill’s request, a bag of M&Ms. We settled down on the plane waiting until we were settled in the air before I would open the bags and commence snacking.

We were at cruising altitude and the flight attendant invited us to sit back and relax. My hand was poised to begin opening bags.

“Oh, by the way,” she added, “we have someone on board with a severe peanut allergy so if you brought anything with peanuts, please don’t open the bag.”

Whaaaaaat?

As you can see, only the M&Ms are open.

As you can see, only the M&Ms are open.

As you can see from the photo, we dined on M&Ms. Next time I’ll bring beef jerky. Nobody’s allergic to beef jerkey.

By the way, my granddaughter Addie’s volleyball team took first place in their tournament. Yay.

Addie is back row, middle.

Addie is back row, middle.

Have a great weekend.

Saturday Smile: Look Before You Send

We all have a love/hate relationship with the autocorrect feature on our phones, don’t we? Bill keeps threatening to turn his off, but mine comes in handy, so I just try to be very careful before I hit send. I’m not always successful.

However, I don’t think I’ve ever had an autocorrect fail like these. I literally was laughing so hard as I read this post, I cried.

http://www.rantlifestyle.com/2015/04/14/20-auto-correct-fails-that-will-get-you-through-the-day/

Have a great weekend, and look before you press “send.”

Saturday Smile: Barefoot in the Park

lilly playground 3.15My niece Maggie, always thinking of others, helped me transition from being surrounded by grandkids this past week to our solitary existence by asking me to babysit Austin and Lilly yesterday while she and her husband went to a Cubs Spring Training Game. That woman always gives, gives, gives.

At one point I tossed the kids into the stroller and we walked the quarter mile or so to the neighborhood park. It was a beautiful spring day.

After spending time at various and sundry parks with my grandkids, I have learned that there are a few things that never change: First, once kids have reached walking age, they want to take their shoes off, especially if there is sand; second, it is much more fun to walk (or try to walk) up a slide than it is to come down the right way, even when you’re only 1; and third, there is nothing more fun than being pushed in a swing.

But today’s park visit offered me a first. We had no sooner gotten to the austin playground 3.15park than Austin, tugging at his privates, said, “Aunt Kris, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Now, my bad for not making him go before we left the house, right?

“Can you hold it for a bit, Buddy?” I asked him.

Nope. Still tugging and with a look of anguish on his face.

“Can I just go over there on that tree?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” I answered.

And here it came….

“My mom always lets me.”

Okay, here’s the thing. I seriously doubt that Maggie allows Austin to pee on a park tree on a regular basis. Still, I’m not his parent. I’m not even his grandparent. I’m only the great aunt. And there isn’t a soul around. And he’s a boy. And we just got to the park and I don’t feel like turning around immediately. And Lilly is already having fun in the sand.

Oh, what the heck! Austin put the “pee” in Park.

Have a good weekend.

 

Saturday Smile: Back in the Good Ol’ Days

Our 5-year-old grandson Joseph’s school in Montpelier, VT, celebrated the 75th anniversary of its founding this past week. As part of the festivities, his class dressed up in attire circa 1930.

joseph dressed 1930s

 

joseph 2

According to his mama, he was OBSESSED with getting his naturally curly hair styled perfectly straight. It required much hairspray. Finally, he conceded that there must have been people in the 1930s who had naturally curly hair.

For your information, there was no need to purchase new pants for the occasion. The pants he wore were his very own from when he was 3. Said our daughter, “Apparently he has only gained height, and no girth.”

Have a great weekend.