Grandparents and Special Friends

Britton brought home a book today complied by her kindergarten class entitled “Grandparents and Special Friends” in honor of last week’s Grandparents Day.

She drew a photo corresponding to each of the following statements about her grandparents:

Sassy plays with me and spoils me with a hundred gifts

Pops plays catch the word, he thinks of a word and I guess it

Nana and I like to play with toys and watch movies

I like playing with Gan and he gives me lots of stuff

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Sleepy Sunday

Kenley checking things out on the Lake
Age: 3

We took a family golf cart ride after dinner (Tacos that daddy made- yum) and saw three deer. Britton thinks the one on the far left is the “fatha dee-ah” aka Father Deer. I swear she sounds like she is from Boston. The one in the middle is the “motha”

Britton riding her Barbie Scooter that Nana and Gan gave her for Christmas. Check out the ballet slippers.
Britton: Age 5 1/2

Big Daddy and I had a fundraiser for Britton’s school at a local plantation last night.
So much fun!

Kenley’s Spring Performance

Kenley had her first preschool singing performance tonight. She stood front row, sang the songs (unlike her older sister) and even did the hand motions that went with it- for a solid 1/2 hour.

Big Daddy and I couldn’t believe it. Our two girls are like night and day.

At one point, I got tears in my eyes as I watched my little girls lift her hands to the sky and sing about how ‘The lord makes me strong… I can do anything’. Once again, I couldn’t help but think how far my sick baby has come. How true indeed. The Lord has made her so strong.

Just as the tears were about to start their descent down my face, Kenley stuck her index finger up her nose. Then after a few digs farther up her nostril, she pulled it out quickly and sucked off the tip of her finger.

Nice.

Then Jack, her little friend next to her starting picking his nose. Big Daddy was highly amused by this as he zoomed in with his video camera on all the nose pickers in the Wee 3 class.

After the performance, the preschool dance teached tracked me down to tell me that Kenley needed to be in dance class, even if it wasn’t with her, because she “stood out” and “is really, really good”.

Wow! A little dancer in the making maybe?

From our little star’s performance (and after an afternoon at the country club), we went and ate dinner/ice cream sitting outside in this beautiful weather. We saw some old church friends so our girls played hide and go seek for a while.

We drove the short distance back to our home, and took a golf cart ride around our neighborhood. We ended up at the boat landing where we saw the ‘Alligator Control’ boat trying to reel in a gator from our lake. Oh what a night!

Our little girls are now tucked away in their beds chatting away and playing each with their respective chosen ‘toy’.

Meme

One of the reasons I love my Meme is that she tells it like it is. Britton’s Grandparent’s day is today. Britton invited her great grandmother Meme, who declined to go.

Meme said, “I’ve been before and it’s kinda boring.”

Need I say more.

Britton’s grandparents (Big Daddy’s parents) did however attend Grandparent’s Day. B sang for them, showed them around school and they even had a lower school Art Show to view.

Attached are some photos that we took in Nana’s Garden a few weeks ago… she teaches Britton all about the different flower species.

Mermaids

I just got an after-school-drop-off from Big Daddy.

What could it be this time?

Daddy- “I had to break it to Britton today that she wasn’t born a mermaid”

B loves bath time, and I told her one night as she was wading in the water that she loves it because she was born a mermaid. I said that when she was born she had a tail and the doctors immediately took her back and cut it so that she could have to legs. And THAT is the reason she loves mermaids so much. She was so excited to hear this, that I didn’t want to retract it – even though obviously my sweet thing that came out of me was not part mermaid.

So B.D. said he told her this and her response was,

Daddy, you wyed to me? If you warn’t telling da twuth dan dat means dat you wyed to me. Why would you do that? I told all my friends that I was a Mermaid and dey didn’t believe me. None of dem believe in mermaids and now I feel silly.”

Ouch.

B is older now so I have to start thinking ahead to the consequences of the things that we tell her, even if they are in good fun. BD is afraid that we may have scared her for life since she is 5 and at a critical stage of development. Our sweet child has quite the imagination as it is, I suppose we don’t need to be fueling it further with mermaid tales of when she was born.

That being said, that look of joy on her face when I told her she used to be a mermaid was priceless. This time goes by so very fast, and apparently the time tale-telling has already passed my almost 6 year old.

Heart tug, tug.