Chicken Little has a Grandmother that many kids can only dream of. She is warm and fun, tolerant, patient, an amazing cook and filled with fun ideas of things to do with and make for the kids. In all the time he’s known her she’s never stayed with us for more than one night because she’s afraid of becoming a pest.
About a month ago, though, she surprised us by phoning to say she had bought a plane ticket to come stay with us this December. Chicken Little was so excited he couldn’t sleep for weeks and asked several times every day when she was coming. We finally made him a calendar with pictures of her in the airplane so he could count the days for himself.
She would only stay with us for one week so we packed in all the Christmas activities I though the kids could handle. We went Christmas shopping, had the cousins over for a slumber party to decorate gingerbread houses, played A LOT, had a pie-off so I could get some practice making pie crust and watch her secret technique, hubby and I got in a few dates, we went to see Santa with the cousins, rode the monorail downtown, looked at the gingerbread houses at the Sheraton, watched the Christmas train at the Center House, rode the carousel, did some running around (and in) the fountain, made a belated Thanksgiving dinner, and played and played and then played some more.
The kids really miss having her around (as do we all) and we can’t wait for her to come back again…hopefully soon!