Saturday, August 20, 2011
Kay'Lee is now eight years old. I don't usually babysit anymore, there are lots of grandmothers around who can do the job.
The other day though I had a call from my grandson who asked if his daughter could come and stay at my house until he got off work. Kay'Lee had spent the week with her mom and two sisters camping way up in the mountains and she'd had enough sleeping in a tent on the hard ground.
When she arrived she wanted lunch--her choice, a whole can of tuna mixed with a little mayo. After she polished that off, she ate 6 Oreo cookies and two glasses of milk.
She'd never played checkers before so I taught her and once she caught on, she won. I wasn't surprised.
It was time for me to go get my haircut so her grandma came over and they watched a movie together.
From my house she was going to her another grandma's. This girl has more grandmas then anyone I ever heard of, some of them for real, others who've become grandmas for one reason or another.
She's a fun kid and so happy school is going to start on Monday, though she assured me she's had a great time this summer--except for a little too much camping.
And that's how I spent the afternoon, a bit different than most afternoons.
The baby on top is her brand new little brother, Julius--my number 12 great grandchild.