We enjoyed a fabulous weekend with 4 yo granddaughter Vivian Rose. She kept us laughing for 3 days. If you’ve read earlier posts about this unique little gal, you know she is very strong willed and more than a little mischievous.
As soon as she arrived she asked for yet another kitty cat dress. On a quick stroll into my sewing room she spotted the fabric just recently purchased in anticipation of cat dress #3.
“Make it now, Nana! I will help.” And she did, in her own way.
After pulling out “rainbow” fabric from the shelves behind the sunscreen shades, she made herself a scarf and pillaged through my button drawer. Very little sewing was accomplished. This was exhausting for both of us.
So I plunked her on a quilt in front of the tv, thinking she would surely fall asleep. About 10 minutes later she strolled in wearing nothing but her panties, asking was her dress done?
I told her she must put her clothes on. “No, I don’t want to.” Several admonishments brought the same response, “No.” So I told her that if she wouldn’t put her clothes on I would not sew her dress.
She said, “Well, I’m sorry you won’t be able to sew, Nana. I know you like to sew.” With head held high, she resolutely went back to her quilt in front of the tv. I just sat there for a few minutes and then resumed sewing. When I peeked in on her, she had dressed. Whew.
Here she is after running upstairs to give her hardworking grandfather a kiss. “He needs one,” she said after having been told that he had been working ’round the clock to get a proposal done by Monday.
When asked if she missed her mama and daddy, she calmly replied no. But this is how much she loves them, “10!” she replied with arms spread wide, as shown.
How much does she love Nana? Again, “10!” How much does she love Granddad? “45!!!” She is really his girl.
This 10 for Nana was a big relief, especially after an earlier incident. Then, I had to fuss at her about something, so she retreated to the front porch to pout for a few minutes.
She returned to the kitchen, got paper and pencil from the art supply closet and sat down at the table. First she wrote her name then scribbled a list of “words.” Note that Vivian routinely adds a second syllable to one syllable words, i.e. boys are “boy-ez.”
“What are you writing?” I asked in a conciliatory voice.
“I’m making a li-on of all the people I love.” Then she looked me right in the eye and said, “Nana, you are last on the lion.” So my new rating of 10, equal to her mother’s was comforting.
Later, we played with the 3-face doll my mother made years ago. I love the doll and it enchanted both my Rebecca (Vivi’s mother) and cousin Laurel when each was 5.
When I first showed Vivian the happy faced doll, she smiled. When I discreetly switched to the crying doll, she grabbed it from me, turned the doll’s head, and said, “That’s a crazy doll.” Then she walked away, unimpressed.
Sunday morning, as we were getting ready for church, she demonstrated some of her ballet moves. She needs more lessons.
On the way to church, we advised her that there would be a children’s sermon, at which time she would go to the front of the church with the other children. She liked that. She is very social.
As soon as the pastor said, “I’d like to invite the children……….” she was racing down the aisle. She was at the front of the sanctuary when he finished his sentence, “ages 3 to 5 to come forward.”
She spun around, gave us a deer-in-the-headlights look and ran back to our pew. “But I’m FOUR!!!” We assured her it was okay and back to the front she ran.
At the fellowship hour after worship, tables are arranged around the perimeter of the basketball court. After she gobbled her cookie, she walked to the empty center of the room and announced (not that anyone heard or noticed) that it was time for her ballet show. She twirled and danced (no music) and fell a few times.
At the end of the brief performance, she turned to each side of the room, spread her arms out wide, bowed and said to each side of the room, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Then she returned to our table, asking for another cookie. Apparently, entertaining the masses is tiring work.
That afternoon we had fun playing with this free-standing bumblebee, left over from one of my projects. She chased, pretending to sting me and I was appropriately frightened. Then we reversed roles. I guess that planted the seed for her nighttime deception.
At bedtime, as we headed for her bed, she gave a loud warning. “Do not go in the closet, Nana!!!” I was immediately suspicious and asked why.
“Because there is a very, very big wasp in there and he will sting you.” hmmmm…..I smelled a rat.
“Don’t you worry, Vivi, I’ll get that wasp.” She still protested NO! until I turned the closet door knob. Then she said, “I’m sorry, Nana.”
The closet was perfectly in order.
Very gently, I asked her what she had done. With some shame she showed me where she had stashed 4 Milk Bones for our dog Rastus, who had already far exceeded his treat limit for the day, thanks to her generosity. She admitted that she planned to “treat” Rastus after we fell asleep.
So those are some of the highlights and fun of our 3 days with Vivian. Of course, my favorite hairbrush has disappeared along with my new toothbrush which is purple (her favorite color that day). But who cares? We had a grand time and she didn’t want to go home when her mother came to pick her up.
Sigh…..it’s nice to know that I am no longer last on the lion.