Last night Summer gave up her turn at Grammy and Pop-pop's house so Rissi could spend the night again.
Rissi has always been 'our girl'. I love all of my grand-angels, but she will always be special in that she was the first.
She is the one who would cry all the way home
when she would have to leave me. I can still see that little hand blowing me kisses from the car... tears streaming down her face and holding tight to her baggy filled with Nilla wafers.
It's hard to believe that she's in kindergarten already.
Rissi: Look in the mirror Grammy.
Me: Ugh!!
Rissi shakes her head back and forth... a worried look on her face.
Me: What do you think the problem is?
Rissi: I think you need a make-over.
Me: Oh, okay. Make me look pretty, okay?
Rissi: Okay!
She combs my hair and pretends to apply all kinds of sprays and makeup. Then she shoves the mirror in my face to take a look.
Me: What do you think?
Rissi: (scrunching her face...) It still looks like a disaster, but maybe if we brush your hair out some more.
Me: (a few minutes later) Do I look better?
Rissi: Yea!!
Later, after Pop-pop and I took her to see Hotel Transylvania, it was time for some of Summer....
She's my little Cuddle Bunny. She loves to Cuddle!
When I'm ready to leave, it has become a tradition that I let Rissi pick out a piece of fruit stripe gum from my purse.
I explained to Summer that she's not old enough yet. Her day will come.
I turned my back for a minute and when I turned back around, Guess who was in Grammy's purse?
She studied the gum, and removed a piece for herself.
Oh Summer... We should have named you Trouble.
But seriously... there's someone else in our family with that name already...
Dear Diary,
I didn't do it. Wally did. Gracie.
