Pancakes for Gracie

Does my granddaughter really believe that Gracie has a voice or is she just humoring my poor attempts at ventriloquism?   

Gracie (in deep dog-like voice): Marissa, I love you.

Rissie:  I love you too Gracie.

Gracie: Those pancakes sure do smell good.

Rissie (stuffing a silver-dollar pancake into her mouth): Do you want one?

Gracie: Yea!  Yea!! Pleaaaaassseee….

Rissie: Here you go Gracie….  (puts pancake to Gracie’s mouth).

 Five minutes later Rissie is walking down the hall towards her room when Gracie’s voice deep and clear causes her to stop in her tracks.

Gracie: Rissie, do you have any more of those pancakes?  I’m still hungry.

Rissie: Oh, yea Gracie.

(Rissie rushes over to her small table and takes a pancake and gives it to Gracie).

Gracie: Thank you.

Rissie:  You’re welcome Gracie.

Oops

This is an ear.  Okay.  It's a model of an ear.  

This is me contemplating whether or not I should call my last customer to find out if the tip of my otoscope is living inside his ear canal.

It's missing.

I need a new profession.

My Addiction

These days I’m totally addicted to the wildflowers that are sprouting up from spring’s seed dispersal earlier this year.  Every morning before heading out for work, Gracie and I take a walk around the house to see what’s new.  

I’ve never had a green thumb.  Plants and flowers are respectfully short-lived in my care.  

This one was particularly interesting at this stage and miraculously would turn to face the sun. *Gasp* Hence the name Sunflower, I suppose.  

It’s all been a learning experience for me.

I remember an African violet my mom nurtured for many years that I inherited when she died.  It was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen.  Three days after I owned it the thing started looking wilted, and then it began losing flowers and leaves.   A month later I'm certain mom rolled over in her grave as her labor of love met with empty Campbell soup cans and potato peels at the bottom of the garbage bag.

Wildflowers need little human care once planted.  God takes care of the rest.  Aren’t they beautiful?