It's been such a draining couple of months. I find myself exhausted ALL the time lately but last night I had the honor of watching my two oldest granddaughters for a few hours while their parents went off and did "grow up things" (Auttie Doo).
I had an epiphany based on an incident that happened in MY childhood: I was at home on Sunday while my family went to church because I was sick in some way - not desperately ill apparently but germy enough that my conscientious mother had me stay at home with my dad. Someone had given me a big bag of tiny colorful clothespins and I had been waiting and WAITING for the perfect chance to put them to use! My dad, none the wiser, let me string clothesline throughout the living room from chair to chair and couch to organ, to piano and then back to chair...I then drug out all...not some, ALL of my Barbie, Tammy and Chatty Cathy doll clothes as well as I'm pretty sure, my sister's Barbie clothes...I proceeded to "wash" them, then hang them ALL up to dry with my wonderful miniature clothes pins. My dad quietly read his magazine and the radio played in the background. I sat back on my heels quite pleased with the project. When my mom and sisters returned from church the scene went bad but that's not the point of this story.

SUCCESS!!!!
E turned to me and said "you know why I lost don't you?" I didn't. She told me then that when Izzy counted off for race this is what she said "Matty! Rock! SET GO!!!!!" (she misunderstood when Auttie said ON YOUR MARK GET SET GO" because Auttie said it too fast)
E didn't go because she wasn't quite sure what Izzy meant.
Now she does:-)
8 comments:
I love both of your stories, what I'll call "The Clothespins" and "The Cave." You have proven that it doesn't take waaaay overpriced cheap toys do amuse a child: they do perfectly well with stuff at hand.
What it's called is imagination.
Darn it. The first "do" should be "to".
Kids will always "play", but you find that they can make anything from trivial things.
Today I was playing with my niece, and we were playing with some sample squares of carpets (which I originally got fro my cats to scratch) but we made them into Stepping Stones!
Yes, I remember washing all my dolls clothes and hanging them all over the kitchen as well as making caves!
Awe how cute she is!
Hello. I read about your blog on Prof. Worm's blog, which I also just discovered (happily). He recommended this post as particularly heartwarming and I agree. What a wonderful story. I'm so happy to have found you. I'll be back.
Charlie sent me and as a grandma and great grandma I'm awarding you one I've just made up - Grandma of the month. Great stuff.
Thank you for stopping by! I've been pretty busy lately but am just buzzing with stories to tell - hopefully this week!
Thank you so much for your gracious words and thank you Charlie for sending people by!!!
:-) Happy Monday all!
Shawna
Man, blanket caves were always the best. My girls love them too. Hmmm...I sense a good activity for the rainy day we are sure to get tomorrow.
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