Grandma returned to our home again, accompanied with an enigma of food items, filled with love and intent to help, yet also with much refined sugar and artery glue. Maya is always thrilled with french fries in the morning, or as Grandma labels them, "potatoes". She also revealed to Maya that rose petals are good to eat. Is my kid going to spin a cocoon next and fly away? So my kids are in good hands while I take a promising trip to orthopedics.
Denied a blue cast as I might be a gang member, so I start my own gang...green. Maya sweetly requested a blue cast because it was my favorite color, but I surprised her with a green one. She plastered it with an array of letters that spell her and ashton's name in some order, and mom gave me a heart. Grandma inserted the idea that swimming would be fun, then proceeded to leave a crippled lifeguard watching two kids swim.
Maya has dipped her toes into the arena of the first ammendment. "I can say what I want daddy" or " I can choose whatever I want" . Hmm... so I answer that with the fifteenth, we have the right to vote, and both Ashton and I raise our hands...majority wins.
Maya tonight wanted to make a fan out of paper, and then asked what else I knew how to make with paper. The reason...so she could teach her kids later. Very sweet. She also traced both of our hands and cut them out for us. My hand looks like it was smacked with a hammer, but again very impressed with that little brain of hers. Another night of a "special treat" translating into "neither Jen or I have the time to dedicate reading 3 books, singing Rudolph the Red nosed "insert some person or animal we know" and You are my sunshine 3 times, a trip for cold water with ice and throw in some red medicine for that phantom foot pain that she seems to have forgotten about until we manage sneak out the door. Mmm...Jen making cookies again...at least my appetite is not broken.
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