This was another of those sweet weekends – slow, nice weather, good company, a few accomplishments. I didn’t even try to blog about it because it seemed redundant! As the weekend wound down to a close, though, there were two epoch events that I thought my Xanga friends would love to hear about!
The first, and by far the most epoch, is that my grandbaby is no longer a baby! This weekend she began wearing Big Girl panties, and is using the potty chair like a pro! Saturday morning I received a text from Emily (they had tried to call, but cell reception at Mama’s house is iffy, at best) that said, “Guess who is so big that she went…[both]… in the potty chair…in the SAME MORNING!!!!! Happy Mama Dance!!” A few minutes later, my phone actually rang, so I ran outside to answer it. Arulai’s sweet voice told me, “Nonnie, I’m a big gwirl. I potty in my potty chair!” She also told Papa, and Emily said she told anyone who would listen that she is “a BIG gwirl!” Sunday morning, I received another text that Arulai actually woke her mommy up (in a bone dry diaper) calling, “Mama, I go potty wike big gwirl, pweese? I haf go potty!”
As silly as this sounds as I’m writing it down – after all, I am a serious adult here – it was truly a HUGE thing to me. First, potty training can be such a daunting task, as well as really frustrating! Second, even though I am 1200 miles away, I was made a part of this gigantic step in my granddaughter’s life! Well, also in Emily and Nathanael’s lives! I had 2 babies in diapers at one time – twice! I know how difficult that can be both physically and financially! So here she is – my Big Gwirl Granddaughter with her Big Gwirl panties!
The second epoch event of the weekend happened Sunday morning. (Church is always epoch as a corporate meeting with our Lord, but this event happened before we left the house.) I was just about ready for church when I heard Molly scratching hysterically on the door, wanting back in. It’s not necessarily unusual for her to become hysterical if I didn’t hear her the first time she scratches – she’s very impatient! So I came down the hall, opened to door, and there’s my sweet little lady-dog…………..
WITH A DEAD RABBIT IN HER MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’d have given anything to have gotten a picture of her holding that rabbit up to me like a prize of some sort, but after I screamed loud and long, she dropped it! I quickly shut the door – I mean, she wanted to bring the thing into the house! – and called for Bill. “Come see what your dog just brought to the door!” He said, “My dog???” I told him that when he saw what she had, he would know why she was his dog at that moment! Bless my sweet hubby’s heart, he cleaned up the rabbit and Molly, thankfully before he had his breakfast or he might have lost it, and we went off to church. I told Bill not to scold her – she was so proud of herself! So now we call her our Little Rabbit Dog, and I think her head is held a little higher and her step a little bouncier!
God bless your day!!