This offering doesn’t require a title; the photo doesn’t need a preface. The image makes me snicker when I look at it. Every. Single. Time.
Colette’s last day of school was today and she wanted to spend the night at Nana’s. Yay! With her big birthday bash coming this weekend, I ran in the house to hide gifts before she was allowed to walk in the door.
I grabbed these LED slingshot helicopter things while shopping this week just because they were on a cool display and I thought they would make another package for her to open — but I’m weak and we opened them this evening. These things are AMAZING!
We were outside after 9:30 PM shooting them and watching them spin to the ground. Not one went on the roof or got stuck in the tree because we are expert slingshot operators. (I did forget to turn the light on once and had to search for it for at least 5 minutes.)
Growing up, Mom always had “the new set of rules” that came into play on the last day of school. Bed at a certain time and out of bed in the mornings at another. While more relaxed than our school schedule, we didn’t just get to just go to bed whenever we wanted — except when we went to Nanny’s house. Now that I’m the Nanny, I get to break the parental rules.
Colette rolled into bed around midnight and told me she’d had the best night of her whole life. 🙂 Sure do love this Nana gig.
I spent the biggest part of my Sunday getting all my tax stuff together to take to the accountant. People, the mere mention of “IRS” and my palms instantly sweat and my heart races. The government bleeds me dry.
I see people getting back these large tax checks — bragging about “paying their taxes” while getting back more than they pay in — while I look at my payroll checks and want to sob. I haven’t come close to sniffing a tax RETURN in 40 years! I also see people getting government assistance (MY tax dollars) talking on new iPhones when my frugal self won’t spend for an upgrade. I’m pretty sure I’d be better off selling everything I own (I would bury any proceeds in a coffee can in the yard of my run-down blue house trailer I would rent from someone that loves paying taxes) and just let my government take care of me.
No sense worrying over something I can’t change. The bottom line my accountant will spring on me — after charging me for a required (in my case) service just so I can give my government more money than one person should have to pay — will not change no matter how much I fret about it.
I’ve found the one thing that helps me to forget about all the world’s problems… even for a short time… is FOOD with those I love most. Belly up!
Colette: Nana, would you put jelly on my roll?
Ben: You’re a big girl. You don’t need Nana to put jelly on your roll. You can do it!
Me Thinking: Ben’s parenting skills are much better than mine ever were.
A big blob of jelly rolls off the spoon and splats on the table.
Colette: See what happens when you have a child do the job of an adult? 🙂
It’s a fact that there are people in this world that live for social media. (I notice it more on Facebook because I’m simply not a Twitter person.) To some, if something isn’t shared, it didn’t really happen. Just because I didn’t share the photo below on Facebook, is the ice-cream Coco’s eating real? Was she even at the festival where the ice-cream was served? Of course, that pink building isn’t in my yard and that ice-cream was amazing even if it didn’t make an appearance on social media.
And then, there are others that believe everything they read online… like Scott and King James co-authored the Holy Bible. You know they say if it’s on the Internet it must be true!
Preparing to have a new privacy fence installed takes a little preparation and I was lucky to have helpers. Perry manned the weedeater and Ben showed up to help right AFTER I cut my power cord with the hedge trimmer. Colette and Dharma could care less about fence or yard grooming. I guess it’s true — girls just wanna have fun.
Colette climbed in Gracie’s bed talking non-stop (like always). She was telling an elaborate tale embellished with tiny baby puppy cuteness about how she remembered when Gracie was first born.
Not exactly the story I remember… Gracie was a rescue. The vet guessed her to be around 2 years-old when we brought her home — and that was before Coco was born.
I snickered to myself when my son, Ben, shared a story pertaining to my favorite granddaughter. Yesterday, she told her Mom that the roof at her house had caught on fire. Her Mom believed the story. Of course, there wasn’t a fire… if there had been a fire, her Mom would’ve certainly been informed. But when Ben confronted Coco, now 6 years-old, and asked why she told the lie she had the perfect response. The story she told wasn’t really a lie — it was just her imagination.
I guess that’s why my own Mom feels ok about her response when she’s asked about her age. It’s not really a LIE if it’s just your imagination. Happy **insert imaginary year here** birthday, Mom. You are awesome no matter how old you claim to be.
My favorite granddaughter, Coco, is only 5 but she can sure roll through the house making it evident she’s been there. The piano stool out, fingerprints on the fridge, magic fairy wand on the couch, plastic toys in the tub, etc., etc. Let me be clear — I’m NOT complaining! There’s nothing that makes my heart as happy as hearing “NANA!” as she bursts through the door.
Her bedroom may be messy, but give it another 10 years. I’m looking forward to clothes on the floor, dirty dishes hidden under the bed, and a bajillion soda cans in various stages of completion. Wait… maybe she’ll be different than her Dad. (crosses fingers)
This little bunny is a future artist (or maybe a brain surgeon). A child’s colorful imagination is inspiring — and Colette sure has a vivid one. Her Dad made the paper bunny head item and it’s near impossible to get her to take it off…
She wore it as she carefully took every brown crayon in the box and put it against the fur of our new puppy, Dharma, to make sure she got the exact color match. And then she scribbled a masterpiece!
The people? They are purple and brown — no color picking going on in that regard. The final artwork had 3 people and one Dharma (with only 3 legs). When I asked who the people were, Coco spoke in a condescending tone and said, “They are all ME!” Her other drawings included her Dad, me, Perry and even Katie made an appearance. But not with the dog. The only one allowed in the same drawing with the 3-legged dog was her.
I’ve found the perfect photography spot with natural lighting in the ‘escape the 80’s house.’ Now all I have to do is convince everyone I want to photograph to get in the tub in the master bath. The skylight provided soft light even on an especially sunny day…
And here’s a “DID YOU KNOW” fact — the word “photography” is derived from the Greek for ‘painting with light.’ So finally, here’s the best Dad on the planet and his happy, little girl painted with light on Father’s Day:
I explained yesterday that I’ve been MIA — and that’s why I ‘m just now getting around to posting photos from Coco’s 4th birthday party. Two words to remember when it comes to a birthday party for a 4 year-old (besides cake, ice-cream, balloons and candles)…. BUBBLES and ZIGGLE.
Bubbles are always fun. Even great Mam-maw got into them:
Coco is struggling insofar as learning to ride her “baby bike” (bike with training wheels that allow the rider to coast and brake by peddling backwards). So I purchased the BEST item EVER… a ZIGGLE. It’s easy to learn to power and she LOVES it! (Photo courtesy of Perry’s Blackberry)
I did mention cake, ice-cream, balloons and candles, and we had those!
As is almost always the case when throwing a good party, there will be a “crasher” that just shows up for cake…
Happy 4th birthday to my favorite granddaughter, Colette — hope you have a bajillion more!
I bailed on work for the first day in a very long time. I almost felt brave and fearless since it was on a Monday — one of our busiest of the week. Cheesecake Factory for lunch, you guys… seriously, it felt like when I’d skip school as a kid. After spending the day with two gorgeous blondes I’m thinking I should schedule a hair appointment for a color change myself.
Because I went awhile without posting and FINALLY shared something yesterday, I thought I’d post again today and at least mention Easter Sunday because it was an absolutely beautiful day. Coco didn’t have much trouble finding all the eggs…
And Ben? I watched as he held a doll and shared quite a lengthy dialog with Barbie. But when he didn’t hesitate to be a princess about to be turned into a frog? I had to snap a photo.
I’ve always thought I had the best Dad on the planet. If you knew ole’ Dallas McKain, you might’ve recognized how very lucky I was to have him in my life… but I think Colette hit the jackpot.
I’ve not been around because I’ve been struggling with the letter “P” — somewhere between Projects and Personal is where you would find me.
As an aside… just typing this reminds me of my son’s kindergarten graduation. He had to recite a few lines and his opening was, “My name is Mr. Q.” Of course, I thought he was brilliant. I recorded him onstage and pulled out the old VHS tape a few years back to save on DVD. I was totally amazed at how southern he sounded and how s l o w l y he talked. Funny, because today he doesn’t sound like that at all. It’s ME who has the horrid southern accent.
I wanted to at least share something so you guys would know I’m alive. So here’s proof that someone likes the sunshine and warm weather almost as much as I do.
Couldn’t catch the new drips because he was too busy cleaning up the old drips. That’s how life is too sometimes, isn’t it? We’re so busy trying to catch up on what we should’ve done yesterday, we miss a whole lot of today. But maybe it’s just me…
I got a call over the weekend from Perry’s family inviting me to a fish fry/cookout in mid-June. MID-JUNE, you guys! I don’t even know what I’m going to be doing this upcoming weekend. If I were the host, I’d be calling to say, “Hey… wanna come to eat tomorrow?”
I’m at the point in my life that I can choose to move if I want to. I no longer have a job that requires me to show up at a particular place at a particular time (unless 24/7/365 counts). I will admit there were days this winter that I woke up to gray skies and bitter cold winds with ice on the ground asking myself why in the world I stay in Indiana. I would think about how it might feel to watch a grand sunset over the ocean at night in December or how fabulous it would be to admire desert cactus from my bedroom window in January. And while I will readily admit those things are extraordinarily amazing, there is nothing more beautiful in my eyes than this little girl.
Ain’t no sunshine or warm climate that could warm my heart like my son and granddaughter can.
I always try to ask Ben if it’s ok before I give Coco junk to eat because I remember when his Nanny used to feed him pancakes at 8:00 PM and send him home for me to try to calm and put to bed. But it’s to the point that the second Coco walks in the door she expects a popsicle. I’m pretty sure she has ulterior motives though. When you get a popsicle (or Fudgsicle in this instance), you get to sit on a blanket and you have Nana’s undivided attention.
I simply can’t wait until it’s warm enough to enjoy the sunroom. I’ve never had a fenced in yard before and I think that in itself is going to be pretty darned handy. C’mon spring!! Popsicles are supposed to be eaten outside in the sunshine!
We have this thing — if it’s your birthday, you pick the restaurant and it’s simply too bad if everyone else hates it. Perry’s birthday is tomorrow and he chose to eat at Seymour’s Tokyo Hibachi & Sushi — one of the newest eateries in town. My favorite sister-in-law, Tammy, walked in a bit late… but about 45 seconds behind her… was my favorite brother! I thought he was in Vegas!
I usually talk to said brother about 5 times every day, and I thought it was odd he hadn’t called. Still, I figured he knew I was working and didn’t want to interrupt. I had no clue it was because he had a secret he probably couldn’t keep if we were to talk on the phone. It was an awesome surprise and I learned something new about Tammy. That girl can keep a secret, you guys. I was so amazed that Scott showed up I forgot to take even one photo after everyone arrived. I ended up with only 3 low, low quality iPhone photos taken before Scott & Tammy got there. This is the best I have to show for a fabulous (other than MORE snow) day…
RESTAURANT REVIEW: The food was great — but don’t go to Seymour’s Tokyo Hibachi & Sushi expecting to be seated at a hibachi table with fire and a food-flipping chef making volcanos and choo-choo trains from onions for entertainment. It’s not really a birthday-celebration type place (although they did bring out some hot banana type dessert and sang to Perry causing the usual embarrassment when you admit to being there because of a birthday). It is; however, a fabulous and inexpensive I-don’t-want-to-cook-tonight restaurant that I’m sure we’ll frequent.
The second a human turns 3 years-old they control the world. Feet can pretty much go wherever they want to go without a lot of adult assistance (but they now require a LOT of adult supervision).
And hands? At 3 years-old there’s a ton of new stuff to explore and everything is amazing. Especially the beautiful music made when pretending to be a dog and slamming piano keys like a rock star.
I’m just happy that I could capture the best 10 fingers on the planet in one solitary photo.
I admit, I’m a little bummed out when I browse Facebook and see everyone posting photos of their Christmas decorations because I don’t have a single light to enjoy yet this year. I know I’m blessed and I’m so very grateful… but I want to be in the Christmas spirit and it’s hard when I don’t have a place to decorate. Moving begins in 6 days and we’re finally thinking about packing. I have GOT to paint, and buy a stove and dishwasher — when I’d rather be buying toys and baking cookies. (I’m such a whiner!!)
So as I’m browsing photos from last year’s holiday to make whatifitdid a bit festive for this season, I found a a ton of photos taken on Christmas Day. Looking more closely at one in particular, I notice a Wanwan photo bomb!
Libby knows Coco isn’t supposed to step outside and is blocking her path, and right between her back legs is Wanwan peeking inside the warm house. What a reminder of how small my granddaughter was a year ago, and also that we had snow on Christmas Day. Oh, and I’m also reminded that last year I had a Chihuahua pooping on my bedroom floor. Every. Single. Night.
I feel better already!