Maeréad came to our house for a sleep-over....
... and a good time was had by all. She's a sweet and charming little girl, but she is also smart as a whip, opinionated, and determined, not to say willfull. And enough energy in her nervous system to light up all of Wilkes county for a week. And, as my sister has helpfully pointed out, I managed to reach well into my 50's before attempting to be 'child-friendly.'
She chattered, as usual, all the way down the mountain to Wilkesboro, and then we took her immediately to see "Cars", which of course she had already seen. That, by the way, is one of her new phrases she uses in answer to almost any question: "Of course I can!" or "Of course I did!" A bit like, "What's wrong with you? Can't you see?" Still, she loved the movie for the second time and sat through it all.
We all liked "Cars" and discussed the deeper philosophical points over dinner at the Creamery. I liked the animation, especially the car race at the very beginning. Laura and Maeréad both liked the infamous tractor-tipping scene with Frank the combine (I used to drive one of those things - they really are scarey). Dinner was good. Maeréad got the peanutbutter and jelly sandwich with french fries. She ate the french fries first in about 2.3 seconds. Somewhere along the line, in a move I still don't quite remember, she managed to extort a free order of hushpuppies out of a very nice waitress.
When we got home MFH and Maeréad made an 'experiment' - watermelon popsicles. It was simple - chop up a watermelon, throw the chunks into a blinder, add a teaspoon of sugar, and turn the blender over to the 4 year old. She has an iron finger when it comes to the fast speed button on the blender. Thanks goodness I had managed to convince her to wait until the top was on good before hitting it. Anyway, the ice-pops, as she calls them, were good on a hot evening.
When MFH took her back to her room to sleep on the futon the little lummox quietly followed them back. He knows that is cat territory where he is not allowed to go. When Maeréad had been read several of her little stories, MFH decided to just leave her and see if she fell asleep. The little lummox stayed behind, stretched out right alongside her on the futon. He almost got away with it, but eventually MFH asked where the dog was. We went back and told him to get back up to his room, which he did without making a fuss but looking very hangdog about it. Maeréad didn't stir.
By the time her dad got her the next afternoon we were worn out and she was just picking up steam. It was a great weekend, but we needed a day or two to rest up.
... and a good time was had by all. She's a sweet and charming little girl, but she is also smart as a whip, opinionated, and determined, not to say willfull. And enough energy in her nervous system to light up all of Wilkes county for a week. And, as my sister has helpfully pointed out, I managed to reach well into my 50's before attempting to be 'child-friendly.'
She chattered, as usual, all the way down the mountain to Wilkesboro, and then we took her immediately to see "Cars", which of course she had already seen. That, by the way, is one of her new phrases she uses in answer to almost any question: "Of course I can!" or "Of course I did!" A bit like, "What's wrong with you? Can't you see?" Still, she loved the movie for the second time and sat through it all.
We all liked "Cars" and discussed the deeper philosophical points over dinner at the Creamery. I liked the animation, especially the car race at the very beginning. Laura and Maeréad both liked the infamous tractor-tipping scene with Frank the combine (I used to drive one of those things - they really are scarey). Dinner was good. Maeréad got the peanutbutter and jelly sandwich with french fries. She ate the french fries first in about 2.3 seconds. Somewhere along the line, in a move I still don't quite remember, she managed to extort a free order of hushpuppies out of a very nice waitress.
When we got home MFH and Maeréad made an 'experiment' - watermelon popsicles. It was simple - chop up a watermelon, throw the chunks into a blinder, add a teaspoon of sugar, and turn the blender over to the 4 year old. She has an iron finger when it comes to the fast speed button on the blender. Thanks goodness I had managed to convince her to wait until the top was on good before hitting it. Anyway, the ice-pops, as she calls them, were good on a hot evening.
When MFH took her back to her room to sleep on the futon the little lummox quietly followed them back. He knows that is cat territory where he is not allowed to go. When Maeréad had been read several of her little stories, MFH decided to just leave her and see if she fell asleep. The little lummox stayed behind, stretched out right alongside her on the futon. He almost got away with it, but eventually MFH asked where the dog was. We went back and told him to get back up to his room, which he did without making a fuss but looking very hangdog about it. Maeréad didn't stir.
By the time her dad got her the next afternoon we were worn out and she was just picking up steam. It was a great weekend, but we needed a day or two to rest up.
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