Sunday afternoon at Grammy’s house.
Daddy and Mommy went to Virginia to see Daddy’s cousin, Matt, and his wife, Angela. I get to stay with Grandpa and Grammy. I took a (very) little rest with Grandpa on his chair.
He was snoring, so I pretended to snore, too, and woke him up.
I decided to get down.
Grammy napped on her chair, too, while I watched Caillou,
but then I convinced Grammy that it was time to do something more interesting.
So we mixed up some cupcakes and I helped a lot with that, and then I washed the dishes with lots of soap and water and splashing about.
I had to wear my apron:
And then, Grammy gave me Grandpa’s big honey bear that is out of honey.
She filled it with water for me and I watered the flowers.
They were really dry, though Grammy isn’t sure if at least one of them won’t need water for a week or more:
When I got done with that, the cupcakes were done, so we got them out of the oven:
“H-m-m-m-m,” Said Grammy. “We need to make some icing for these cupcakes!”
“Yes,” I said. “We do!”
“Since it is Saint Patrick’s Day,” said Grammy, “shall we make green frosting?”
“Oh, Yes!” I said, “We need to have green frosting!”
So we made green frosting. I held the mixer and mixed it up. Grammy helped me.
And then I licked the beaters. It was so yummy!
Then Grammy put the icing on the cupcakes and I sprinkled the green sugar on them.
And I did it almost all by myself. Grammy almost didn’t have enough green sugar.
In fact, when I was done, there was no green sugar left in the shaker. At all.
But all the cupcakes had sprinkles.
So I ate one right away to see if it was okay.
And now, as soon as Grandpa goes out to feed the calves, I think I will beg to go along. I got my farm boots that Mommy bought for me from the thrift store, and Grammy has a farm jacket for me. After that, maybe I will get a bath, since I haven’t had one in a very long time. (At least that is what I told Grammy when I was begging for one! Somehow I’m not sure she believes me, but at least I haven’t had one today, I am sure!)
I am getting really tired, too. It’s hard work keeping things going at Grammy’s house.