Spilt Chocolate Milk Makes Me Smile

I spent yesterday with her fourth grade class, her hand in mine as we watched King’s Rope shop make ‘Chicken Ropes”. Don’t laugh, they are big sellers. People actually rope chickens. King Ropes ships all over the world, all except Antarctica, I guess no one is interested in roping penguins. But it isn’t just chicken ropes they make but larger ones for cattle and yes, the occasional sheep. I’ve had to rope a few.

I was on another day long history field trip with the fourth grade class and this was just one of the three stops. The last day long trip our daughter commented that the photos the teacher sent to the parents had picture after picture of our granddaughter and I hand in hand. Well, Bugs and papa and I have been an inseparable team for years. She saw most of the houses we looked at before buying this one, snacks and drinks in a little back pack. She even was there when we signed the papers on this house making it ours. Then she insisted we strip and run naked through the house. She did, I didn’t.

So when I was scrolling deleting posts from the old blog site, a tear came to my eye. Oh how I love this little Bug. I needed a post since once more I’m headed off to the school this time to help her older sister give a presentation on WWII which I stayed up until eleven last night to find all the photos, discharge papers, and a record her great grandpa had made to his parents when at a Fort Bliss in Texas before going off to Italy to fight.  Maybe you are blessed with little faces like this of your own and this post will stir memories that make you smile with me. I hope so.


Who Me? Yes, you. You who makes my life so interesting and insists that I practice my cleaning skills throughout the day. You who is teething and needs lots of cuddle time.

Oh how I love you!!!

Yes, this little love bug is at the age of discovery. She’s testing to see what happens if she does this or that. When I handed her a fourth a cup of chocolate milk the other day and turned my back to do dishes – she began to finger paint with it, creating a wonderful landscape scene. She was so cute with her tongue hanging out concentrating, I couldn’t scold. I just rushed to get the camera snapping a few shots and then asked her if she was done.”I done Mam-ma.”, she replied and grinning pointed out the splatters on the nearby wall and the chocolate milk that had dripped off on to the floor.

You’d think Mam-ma would be brighter after raising three children but Mam-ma still forgets. Like the other morn when I left the sugar and cereal out while I made a dash into the next room to comb the hair of our two older grandchildren. Time was a ticking and we’d only a few minutes left before we had to leave for the school. Our youngest was a slow poke and so I’d left her in the kitchen alone to finish a hastily made breakfast. Yup, that’s sugar added sparkle to her face, hair, clothes.

Of course she’d spread sugar all over the counter it was sitting on and it spread onto the floor below. Note the top of a chair in this picture. They are such handy things aren’t they? LOL

When I came upon this disastrous scene our cutey pie held up her hands for me to see and declared, “Sticky!!”

Minus sticky hands, that’s just how we had to dash off to school or be late.

Of course this little episode was after she’d spread her bowl of milk and cereal all over the table and floor. Now exactly how long does this stage last? Maybe it won’t be as long as I remember. I’ve forgotten so many other things like keeping everything put up and away from little inquisitive minds. I know she’s just learning what will happen IF… and as a Grandma I’m slow to anger and instead shake my head, scold myself for leaving things in her reach, and run for the camera. I’ve got to have evidence to show my hubby what his youngest was up to today.

Then I asked our cute little bug what she’s discovered. What I want to learn though is how to detect the sound of a chair being moved across the floor. How does she do it? We have wood and tile flooring and still she can get a big wooden chair all the way across the room and I don’t hear it. I swear I can detect a pin being dropped on the other side of our home which saves my legs from checking out every sound these little munchkins make. Yet I don’t hear her, her skills are amazing.


Smiling aren’t you? Now tell me you haven’t fallen in love with her too?

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