Yesterday I spent the day at Grandma’s. It’s so quiet there. Did you know I went to my Grammy’s in Iowa this weekend? It was very loud there and there were other kids around. (They say this girl Dawn is my cousin, but all I know is that she kept trying to crawl in my carseat! And Aunt Chelle bought me a red hat to wear for Christmas! I looked pretty cute if I do say so myself.) Anyway, yesterday I went to Grandma Grandt’s and it started to snow! A Lot! Daddy came to get me and he said it took him almost an hour to come from church – it’s usually a long ride for me, but I know it’s not that long (although I’m not sure what an “hour” is). Mommy called when she left work and it was a really long time before I saw her. Daddy had dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, and I had a nice dinner. Then we played for along time. I spent most of the day telling Grandma about my weekend, but she really acts like she doesn’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know why, because I make perfect sense to me. And then when Daddy came I tried to tell him all the things I’d done yesterday, but he just kept smiling at me and telling me I sounded so cute. “Cute”? Then he said he had to record me, whatever that is, on his small black thing he carries around, so that Mommy could hear me. I just kept telling him that I’d had fun, but he thought it was the coolest thing in the world.
Finally we went home. It was very cold and these white things kept falling on me on the way to the car. And the wind! It was sneaking under my cover-thingy, no matter what Daddy tried. But the ride home was much longer than it usually takes us. I fell asleep for a little while, but when I woke up we were still in the car!
Right after we got home, Mommy came home. She looked so tired and cranky. I think she needed a nap. I know I always look better after a nap. But she fed me, then ate some dinner herself, before we sat and watched that show she likes where everyone is really big. Mommy told me that those people worked really hard to get healthy, so she was working hard, too, so she could be healthy for me. I don’t know what “healthy” means, but if it makes Mommy happy, then I’m happy. I like it when she smiles at me.
