Noelle Notes

NOELLE

Noelle was 3, this was a while back, when I had put a hair clip in her hair.  She'd been bent over the table trying to use water colors on her paper.  But she didn't appreciate my attempts to help her by pulling her hair back so she could see unhampered.

"Get it out!" 

Ew, that hurt!  Quick as a wink, she reached up and ripped the hair clip loose! 

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Noelle, here on another Sunday, was drawing and coloring and cutting with all the other grandkids.  She was 3 y.o. and so proud of herself, showing me this 8 x 10 blank piece of paper with 1 inch unequal snips all around the other edges.  Full of grins, she raised it to me like an award winning piece of art!

"I mā_ _ spider for you with own scissors."  

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And now Noelle spent the night.  She's 4, she's potty trained, she's getting her wish answered, spend the night at GrammyPam's.  This is her first time ever.  It went well at first, but as the minutes ticked by she grew increasingly anxious.  So, I laid next to her, me on top the blanket, her tucked under the covers.  She knew that Alayna, her sister, was sleeping in the twin bed next to her, she knew the master bedroom was upstairs; the house is a story and a half.

"I feel like wike upstairs is up on the woof on top of us."

"Can I go wup dare?"

I told her, "No, you can go to sleep here, with Alayna."

She stated facts she didn't like, "The light's on but it's pretty much dark."

Here I should tell you we (me and grandkids) play a hide and seek game they call Mean Grandma because if they don't find me, I reach out to gently touch them.  Oh, the startled squeals!   It's been a favorite ever since.

After a reassuring phone call to her daddy she fell asleep.  But first she had to bare her heart to him,  "I want my fam-ly but I want to play mean grandma in the morning."  Then she rolled her face into the pillow and cried.  

Of course, the next morning I hid in a pile of covers and when they walked by, I reached out a sneaky hand to grab a sweet treat!