Sunday, April 27, 2008

A Rather Nice Place to Stay, by Amelia J.

I'm a lucky girl. I get to visit my Nana and Grandpa quite a bit. I love staying with them this much.


A couple weeks ago, Grandpa went to Washington DC. I was afraid Nana would be lonely, so I moved in for a few days. I got to meet some of Nana's friends, who said I was charming. Guess they're easily entertained by a wiggle-butt drool bucket. Nana and I also went shopping and played on the floor.


I talk to Nana a lot. She's good at conversation, but seems to need direction sometimes. I had to tell her how to make pancakes one day. Sorta strange, when you consider I don't have any teeth and can't eat anything besides Enfamil and Pedialyte.



Nana's lots of fun. She sings goofy songs and never runs out of kisses. She's very easy to please though.


We have good times together, me and Nana. So how come she tells everyone she likes me best like this:

1 comment:

Christie said...

How it goes in our house -

1. Baby is awake and we are counting the minutes until the next period of sleep.

2. Baby is asleep and we are counting the minutes until the next period of wakefulness.

3. Baby wakes up and we immediately revert to longing for the time when baby is asleep.