They are growing up so fast, and our times together seem to go so quickly. When they run to me with their little arms widespread, it is pure joy for me. When they walk in the door and act like they haven't seen me for a long time...that is happiness. We are always looking for fun things to do, at home. Paints, crayons, and stickers on big sheets of freezer paper from the roll in the pantry works best. We tape large sheets together, covering the wood top of the table. Naturally, our oldest granddaughter finds the most enjoyment with the craft category. The youngest little girl finds it a bit boring...
...she is much happier riding "Banjo", the horse that we picked up at the consignment shop a few years ago. With batteries installed, it actually sounds like a horse running on the pavement, and has the music of an amusement park merry-go-round. Funny thing is, not one of them bothered with Banjo the first year we had her. Toy popularity does run in cycles around here. In case you might be wondering...her sleeves are folded up to prevent the painting that she was involved in, from getting on her cute top. Grandmas are concerned about things like that.
When you have new cowboy boots from Texas, a new straw hat from the farmshow visit and a plaid shirt from Walmart...riding the horse is a must. Not to mention you want to copy grandpa.
For some reason, and I think it is because they have observed me in this routine, that tooth brushing is always a request. Both little girls walk around the house, at times carrying the brushes and at times using them.
For me happiness comes from simple things like the little card she brought me last week . The one where her daddy helped her write my name and her name . Proudly she came into the kitchen carrying it for me. It sits at a prominent place on my kitchen desk. It is very busy when they are here, but it is fun. They are growing up so fast that I just want to cherish the moments together. Thank you for stopping by today.