Good morning, this springy Wednesday!
I love Wednesdays. I love Wednesdays as much as I love Mondays. Please, don't call me weird at this next declaration, no name calling, but...I love Wednesday and Monday more than Friday. See. You shook your head at me and wanted to call me "weird", I knew you did!
Friday means work is coming.
Saturday is clean the house day, company comes on Sunday. If you don't get in the groceries, and you don't clean the house, then on Sunday morning you're cramming in as much cleaning as you can and scrounging around for dish ingredients because you know they'll all pile in here after church, and, durn, if it isn't too late 'cause the granddaughter just ate something off the floor!
She used to pick up tiny specs and hand them to Mom. Now, she picks up tiny specs, says "yum" and pops it in!
So, it's Wednesday, and, of course, we all hear that camel in that commercial saying, "Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike". "Do you know what day it is?" "Woot, woot, hump day, Yah!" And I'll bet you dollars to donuts you don't remember the name of the product advertised. I don't.
So, it's Wednesday, and what didn't get done on Monday and Tuesday is now shoved into Thursday and Friday, UNLESS, you get it done today.
Back to the granddaughter. Son and wife showed up to do their taxes, with...baby! I got to play grandma! She was adorable in her gold glitter velcor shoes. Can you imagine ever wearing glitter shoes? LOL what fun!
On Easter Sunday she was dressed fancy too, in crinolines and white bouffant dress.
On Easter Sunday she found so many Easter eggs in the hunt that she drug her little plastic grocery bag behind her because it was so full. She dragged it through grass and gravel 'til it got a hole leaving behind a pastel pellet trail, LOL.
She loves the "great outdoors". While they were doing their taxes, we explored the gravel and rocks in the driveway. And, the orange buckets set about. By her little hands rocks met buckets. Quite the task when you consider the buckets are as tall as she is.
We explored the pedaled turning mechanism of a 3-speed bicycle as we sat on our haunches. We tenderly touched and smelled flowers -- she called them all "pink". When she discovered the picnic table, we climbed; up an down, over the top, crawled the bench, back over the top and down we climbed on all fours. Repeat. And again, until hiding under the table turned into "Peek-a-boo!"
In the house she showed up with a rock, how? I don't know! But Rock got carried to the drinks' coaster holder, then they all got carried around like Cinderella's shoe on royal purple pillow!
Fussy. Now why is she fussy? Son figured it out. He turned on the faucet and got a drink of water. Miss Lilly toddled up. He bent and gave her a drink of his drink. She drank and drank. Then she looked up at dad in appreciation, sated and in her baby voice, expressed with much breath, "Ahhhhhh". Another first. Vocalized quenched thirst. We burst out laughing.
The best part of this day? Before the day was over ... we ate salmon patties together. Happy, happy, happy! Yay! She's got some of me in her! Son and wife do not like salmon patties. That fact clearly attracted them to each other just like neither one likes meatloaf. But, Miss Lilly does! She likes salmon patties. That's the best part. It's official, we're bonded.
So, on this Wednesday what do I need to do to get done by Friday? Make way! Make way for baby girl Lilly ... uh, I mean ... for the weekend.
