A Pushover?.... Me?.... HA!

Me... a pushover? Ha! I can "NO" and make it stick! I can be tough as nails and hard as steel in my resolve!
It's just..... when my granddaughter, Abigail, looks at me with those liquid brown eyes and that "pout" on those perfect little lips and gets that hint of "I'm about to cry" tremble in her voice....... well, stick a fork in me... I'm DONE!

That's how it came to be that I'll be spending the night with her AT HER HOUSE tonite! When I FINALLY gave in, ;) you should have seen the smile on that little face! I mean, come on... we live SO FAR apart (about fifty feet between our houses) and we only see each other every day! So I couldn't very well say "NO", could I?

The last time I spent the night at her house, she was about three months old. Her mom insisted that I take her bed, she would sleep on the couch and Ab's would be at the OTHER END of the house in her own bedroom. I wanted Ab's to sleep with me, but her momma wouldn't hear of it! Something about starting something we couldn't stop or some such nonsense!!

Well, her monitor was on, so I gave in and went to bed without her. About three a.m. there was this "blood curdling" scream over the monitor!! I jumped out of bed to run down the hall to Abbi's room, only to collide with her mommma who was moving at warp speed in the same direction! We rushed into Abbi's room to find.....................
Abbi... sleeping peacefully on her tummy, her little arms and legs drawn up under her and her little bottom stuck up in the air! Her favorite postion for sleeping!
She was SO sweet, lying there sleeping like a ..... well.... like a BABY!

After watching her sleep for a bit, we returned to our own place to sleep. I didn't sleep much after that and if truth be known, neither did her momma! There were no other hair raising events throughout the nite.

Can I take just a moment to say what a great job her momma is doing in raising her? She is one of the very best momma's I know.

Well, back to the coming event tonite. I get to sleep in Abbi's room tonite! Abbi said so!! She said, "Papa, it's gonna be SO much fun! Just like camping out at the Buffalo River"!!

I could have said, "NO". But why would I?

And....... I'm still no "Pushover!"

Through a Child's Eyes

I love the innocence of children. It's such fun to listen as they express themselves. And it all depends on how they perceive things, how they hear things and how they relate those things to each event! Even before they are able to talk, they express themselves through expressions and actions. Some friends of ours at church have a little boy named Luke. He has the most expressive eyes I've ever seen in a child. His eyes are a beautiful blue, I call them ice blue, and even before he could talk he always appeared on the verge of just bustin' out talking. His eyes are SO alive! He is a handsome little guy.

Our granddaughter, Abbi, who is four years old, is always coming up with some of the cutest sayings, and it is a result of how she processes information and how she relates one thing to another.

One day when Abbi was three years old, as we were driving down the road, she and Nana were looking at a photo album of Abbi's baby pictures. Abbi looked at one photo and said, "When I was born, I was born in Texas." Nana said, "That's right. You were born in Texas." She turned a page in the book and it showed a photo of Abbi as she lay in the scales to be weighed right after birth. Abbi looked at the photo and said, "Right after I was born they put me in that SKILLET!" I suppose to her, the scales looked something like a skillet! At any rate it sure was cute!

Another time she said, "Nana, you can't touch my arm. Jesus made it, but if you touch it, it WILL break!"

She had finished her breakfast the other morning, but I was still eating. She brought a book and laid it on the table next to me and said; "Papa, you can't touch it!" I wasn't paying much attention to her, so she reaches up her little hand and turns my face to where she can look right in my eyes and with the most serious look on her face, says, "Papa, if you touch it, I'll have to take away your "Diggi" medal!" THAT got my attention, though I had no idea what a "Diggi" medal was. As soon as she turned away I reached out and touched the book. She instantly spun around and with her head down, and looking up at me very sternly, she said: "Papa, if you touch it again I'll have to take away BOTH of your "Diggi" medals!" Of course, to me it was just extremely cute! But to her, the possibility of having one's "Diggi" medals taken away was a sure fire way to make one obey!

I wish I could remember all the cute things she says and does in the course of a day, but there are just too many!

All too soon that childish innocence is lost in this world. I cherish every bit of life I get to glimpse through the eyes of a child, through the eyes of my beautiful granddaughter!