Oh, and there was a moment--arms ladened with vibrating cow, giant stuffed bear, heart pillow and the squishy pillow she'd slept with, she turned to the blankie on the floor and said "C'mon blankie." like it was going to obey. She was so dang cute when she said it I'm sure if the blankie had ears it would have obeyed. LOL She is her mother's child--who is her mother's child.
But she's gone now--and the house is once again quiet......a disaster, but quiet none the less.
Do I care that it's a disaster? Notsomuch.
It isn't going anywhere.
Ah--but she did turn into a crabby wee thing as I'm informed she's inclined to be when she's not feeling her best. Yup--she's got a cold going on. Grandad hadn't really experienced the 'I'mhavingaMEMYMINE' moment and got to the past two days.......over and over and over again. *laughing*
No worries--he assured me she'd be back for another long weekend......"When she's 10....."
*rolling eyes and laughing*
Yeah, right..... Mr. Shecancomeagainwhenshe'sten put her in the van to go home with the girl and 1o minutes later was looking at a new selection of Thomas the Tank Engine books.
He's such an easy schmooze......LOL














