It’s been quite a while since Miss Chompy has come downstairs to my realm and said, “Grammy, let’s do our nails!” Which means of course that she already has the enormous bag of ancient polishes from when her mom was a teen. Some of the colors are old and sticky, but there are a surprising few that still work. The little girlie can never ever decide which color is her absolute favorite so most often–she will opt for the Color Fest–or one of all the good ones.
I hope she’ll ask me to paint her nails for another few decades yet. Hanging out with this little muffin never gets old, and with or without the polish she colors our world just right.
While I was looking at the real estate For Sale site the other day, Miss Chompy came in and asked what I was doing. I said, I’m looking for a house that I can live in someday.
Pointing to the home on the computer screen, she said, “That one’s nice. You should buy it.”
I said, “Yeah, but I have to save up a ton of money first. Even small houses cost a lot.”
She got all excited and ran out of the room calling back, “Don’t worry, Grammy. I’ll help you!”
The sweetheart came back with the penny jar and this sign.
A soothing moldable dough that will give children a sensory experience and help them calm down at the same time. Where was this magical thing when I was raising kids?
Found it on Growing A Jeweled Rose. Can’t wait to try it for the grand-littles. I can see it now…
“Here my darlings. Play with this lovely…smushy…comforting dough…ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.”
The other day Miss Chompy drew a picture for me.
It was a very important picture, this one. She told me that I should hang it up so that Jiffy and I would never forget.
We’ll remember, Chompy.