Sunday, October 5, 2008

A Change of Plans...for the Good!

Hero had to go into work for a few hours today so I thought I would spend the afternoon switching out my summer and winter clothes. I was in the midst of the project when #2 Son stopped by to do some laundry. He brought our Amels with him for a visit. I love, love, love when my family visits us. They always bring such joy to our lives.
Anyway, #2 Son was running a load of wash and watching the Phillies while I was feeding Amels who said she was starving and needed something "healthy" to eat. [Not to worry, Shelly. I know you feed your children. There's just something about a Granny's house that makes a kid hungry.]
Anyway, we soon discovered that my washing machine decided to break down...with a full load of the Wonderfuls' towels and jeans sitting in a tub of water. Amels [at #2 Son's suggestion] and I proceeded to wring out all the towels, jeans, etc. so 2Son could take them to the laundromat. So, there we were...me, Amels, and Lucius [evil dog extraordinaire]...whatever were we to do with the afternoon? Read on:
We tried on just about all my jewelery...simutaneously. Learned the meaning of the word - tangled. [Please refer to jewelery comment.] Took Lucius for a walk. Jumped up and down on Granny's bed while watching Cinderella. Chased Lucius around the house and vice versa. Had snacks and drinks. Watered flowers. Took a ride on the swing in the backyard...in very creative ways. In general, we had a blast!
Amels is a sweet, sensitive, and really smart little girl. Pop-Pop and I love you, Amels!

4 comments:

Shelly said...

aw, she loves you too and went on and on about playing with granny's jewelry =) ha! good luck with the tangles!

A Repletion of Reverie said...

The issue was if Komodo Dragons were poisonous. I said that the only venomous lizard is the gila monster. But there are two, the gila monster and the mexican beaded lizard. So we were both wrong. And whats with letting Amelie jump on the bed?? We were never allowed to do that!

Anonymous said...

I agree - what's with the jumping on the bed? We couldn't even go in your bedroom without the Pope's permission (although we always knew that you hid the Christmas presents in your closet). Uhh - that's what S told me, really.

JerseyGranny said...

Strange things happen when Parents turn into Grandparents. By the way, you are still not allowed to jump on the beds.