After Wednesday's traumatic event, I thought I would stop to focus on the past. Back when things were good. When people in this house loved me and played with me and didn't take me to get shot full of diseases. (I know, I know - I'm saving the world one shot at a time. But I say, let another baby be the hero!) Anyhow, let's reflect on last week. When Grandma Betty was here and life was good.
She baked me a birthday cake. I know, Dad looks crazy. But Mom and I look good so we'll include the shot. Priorities, you know.
She brought me this crazy toy and set me up for kicking practice.
Watch out, homecoming queen kicking girl!
Watch out, homecoming queen kicking girl!
She set me up in my big girl chair and we talked social security.
She babysat me while Mom and Dad golfed, then brought me for my first visit to "The Club."
She held me a lot.
Let me practice my Cat Woman (care of Karyn) moves on her bed.
Was patient when brother Owen joined our sleepover.
Took me for a walk in my pickle hat, which she made.
Yawned with me after the stroll.
Bounced me to sleep.
Taught me to suck my thumb. (Mom and Dad are happy...for now. They'll worry about the orthodontist bills later.)
And I helped her pick up black walnuts. Well, to be honest, I supervised from the under-the-table-safe-spot. Heads-up!
Like I said, life was good.
p.s. Hope you had a good birthday, yesterday, Gram!
p.s. Hope you had a good birthday, yesterday, Gram!
