Lilly & Sibling

Miss Lilly, Master Jacob

Miss Lilly, 9 y.o.

Condado's was lunch, the groups choice after church.  Sitting there at the wooden table on metal chairs, Miss Lilly thought the establishments name was funny.  She spied it in the murals on the walls and laughed telling her father, "Condado's.  Dad!"  and she giggled, "Your name is in Con- DAD-o!"  And she giggled some more, "Dad."

Speaking of a snow bank, we were, weren't we?  Well, I am, LOL.  Parking.  I couldn't pull-in-park into that big snow bank.  Not like Clinton did.  He backed into that snow bank, very nicely.  I didn't do a very good job, though.  So I thought I'll just back up and re-align myself to pull forward more properly.  Note that I am still getting used to the back-up line indicators on my truck's rear view mirror.  It's different than the centerscreen in my Honda.  When I turned to look, durned if I didn't bump into a lady's car!  Oh, my lands!  Well, Pamela, you're just going to have to accept your fate.  You did it.  I'll have to admit to the car owner.  So, I went ahead and finished parking.  Before I could finish taking my truck out of gear, Lilly had unbuckled, got down out of her seat, and ran to her Daddy's driver's door, "Dad!  GrammyPam hit that ladies car; she did!" 

 I thought, "You little booger.  You tattler.  You tattled to him before I could get my keys out of the ignition!" and I laughed to myself.

I did hit that car.  There were no backup beeps since I was in an older truck. But I felt it.  I knew.

The other driver was on her cellphone and didn't know.  She didn't know a thing.  Actually, I saw her jump when I tapped on her driver's window.  She was oblivious.  Then, we all checked....all!...me, lady driver, daddy, Jacob and "the stinker" Lilly!

There was no damage and the other driver wasn't concerned so we left it at that, but I can still hear that little girl squealer with her skirt tails flying as she ran from me to him, "Daddy, daddy, GrammyPam hit that car!"

Master Jacob, 6 y.o.

Jacob declared he was full, we left Condado's with him and Miss Lilly saying they were full.  Yet, they wanted dessert, chuckle.  But before I could get behind the wheel of my vehicle he'd already gotten in the back seat and ... spied something in the front.  He quizzed me, "You know, that blue bag with the stuff in it.  I want some." Little Eagle Eye wanted some but didn't even know what the "some" was he wanted!  Actually, they were under my purse and I had to cogitate for a second what he was talking about.  How'd he see them that fast? What an eagle eye!  And room for food?  I just shake my head cuz inside the restaurant it was, "I'm full."

I guess the grandkids did have room cuz in the words of my baby brother who wanted some jello "it can float on top."

What was in that little blue plastic bag?  

Candied orange slices.  

Now, how did he know?!

Jayden and Siblings

Snow Bunnies!

Alayna, Lilly, Noelle, Ainsley, Jacob, Jayden

Ainsley, 4 y.o. quiet soft-spoken, petite

"Can I have a coloring paper?"

"Sure," I say, "what do you want, kitten, dog, rainbow?

"I want a butterfly."

"Okay," I respond, "I'll print you off a butterfly."

Then she changes her mind and I have to use my grandma-spidey-senses to decipher this one.

"I actually wanna color a lunacorn"

Lunacorn, that's funny, that made me laugh out loud knowing she meant unicorn.

  

Noelle, 6 y.o. loud, look at me-bouncy-kind of girl

"I wanna sit next to my chair twin."

"What?" I asked not understanding this new noun.

"My chair twin," she insists and points to a chair next to Jacob. 

She and Jacob are the same age, cousins, and the two conspire getting into mischief.

"What do you mean "sit by your chair twin"? I asked.

"Remember.  Jacob.  When we were called Chair Twins and we frew rocks in the pond."

"Oh, when you handed him rocks and he threw them into the water fountain and his mother called you two the

TERROR Twins!"

"Yah.  Chair twins."

Jayden, 10 y.o. the oldest, made to be the most responsible

Valentine's Day, temperatures up in the 40's no wind, snow melting, nice day.  

"We want to ride bikes," said Jayden.  And 5 other sets of big brown eyes, and big ears, cousins, gather around him to discern the answer.  They want bikes, too.

"I don't care.  You know the rules, right?  What are they?

"No crashing the bicycle, don't go on the road, and don't run over Alayna."

I busted a gut over that last one; there's got to be a story behind it.

"Don't run over Alayna." 

Jayden, 10 y.o. the oldest, the most responsible 

Jayden rode home with me after everyone ate at Panera Bread.  Everybody had been treated to a cookie; he dreamed of a cup of coffee and a cookie.   

I agreed, "When we get home you can make us a pot of coffee and we'll sit down and dunk our cookies."

He asked, "And watch Alf, too."  

"Yep." I acquiesced.  I showed him where all the fixin's were for the coffee.

"And creamer, too?" He couldn't stop the conversating. 

But the little stinker couldn't help himself in another area, as well.

"Yes," and then I asked, "Where's your cookie?"  

I knew he'd nibbled on it in the car but the atrocity must've occurred when I stepped out of the car to get the mail. 

He replied with a cheeky grin and twinkling eyes, the little booger, 

 

"Oh, I ate it in the car."