biscuit's perspective...

Before My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I got sick, we had picked up Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) from her Mama and Baby Elle at a Target store in Colleyville last Friday. (Or Euless. Or Grapevine. I have no clue what the town is—they all run together over there in the Big Metroplex.) We brought her home with us for two nights.

Friday afternoon, I took her into our beauty shop for a trim of her bangs. (We love our Ms. Deb—Biscuit’s Fabulous Hairdesigner!)

After the cut and chat, we went to a FUN store owned by a precious friend of mine (and TLC’s) to purchase a surprise for TLC. She’d commented on FB a couple of days prior that she loved a certain blouse/top this little boutique/shop/salon had pictured. I knew when I saw what she said, LL and I would have to go purchase it for her! (TLC was, by the way, quite surprised when LL gave it to her Sunday! Or, was she? Hmmm…)

Saturday morn, we spent four (4!) hours outside! We stayed in our jammies the entire time. Well, Biscuit and Grammy did. Not Pa-Pa. It drives him NuTs when we do this. We’re on 33 acres out in the country. No one but the buzzards and birds can see us.  We simply don’t care. (Winky. Wink.)

Pa-Pa took LL out to see The Hope Tree (and see my recent post on October 18th to explain this...). He’s holding her because there are lots and lots of weeds and wildflowers in that area—possibly fireants and chiggers. We aren’t allowed, as per TLC, to take any chances with LL, in terms of getting insect bites or poison ivy or oak. I completely get it. (Twice in the past 18 months, LL and her Grammy have been bitten by evil chiggers. We’ve been shocked that it happened and in complete misery for two days each incident. We risk this possibility NO MORE. Period. End of Story.)

After two or three trips in and out of the house, LL put two of her “babies” in a stroller—filled her diaper bag—and brought them out for some good ole’ country fresh air.

Yes. That is LL pulling her babies/her stroller in her wagon. We don’t question her choices. At least, not most of them.

We had a lovely, leisurely lunch outside on the back patio (prepared by our own Chef Pa-Pa). We decided it was time to head in and rest. We watched a little Princess Elena on Disney JR, and then got ready to go to a school “Fall Festival Carnival.”

The school in our little community is for kids from K to Grade 8. I’d guess it’s probably about 150 that attend. It’s a truly charming country school. Great teachers and parents. TLC was too old to go there when we moved out here. She was in 10^th grade. But we live less than two miles from it and see it every time we leave our home for our (bigger/close by) town or the Metroplex, etc. We’re proud of it! MSH and I had never been to the Carnival. We felt confident, however, LL would have a great time.

We found a great parking spot in front of the school and the place to buy our tickets (for all of the games). At which point, LL refused to go in. She saw a “Skeleton” at the main door and had a total meltdown. It was quite sad.

Grammy: LL, do you want to go back home?

LL: No. (Said terribly pitifully, through many tears.)
Grammy: Well, then, can we go in?
LL: No.
Pa-Pa: Biscuit, if we aren’t going in, we need to go home.
LL: NO, PA-PA…I don’t want to go home!

Sigh.

This went on for almost twenty minutes. It took us, another grandmother watching what was happening, and a dear friend of mine (whose son is an 8^th grader at the school) to finally talk LL into going through a side door. She was super leery. (Okay, maybe we kind of gently dragged her in. Mission Accomplished.)

Here is Pa-Pa and LL playing BINGO! She loved it.  She and I both had cards that won. She'd never played it before. (I think I’ve found me a future partner for Flamingo Bingo!)

There were approximately fifteen different games in the Gym. (And approximately 200 kids/adults.) LL played five of them that were age appropriate for her. Here she is throwing little beanbags into the pumpkin. At each game, one could win more tickets that one could trade for prizes/candy/treasures. LL picked out some GOOD STUFF. (Gluten-free candy, naturally.)

For someone who almost missed said Carnival, we then had a hard time getting LL to leave!

The next three pictures were taken by LL. I call them: “Biscuit’s Perspective of an Amazing October Saturday Morning at our Texas Country Casa.”

The pumpkins over at our Barn Apartment:

Hunter the Cat:

(He adores LL and is always happy when she’s staying with us! You can see my foot as I enjoy my rocking chair on the porch and watch Biscuit in action. I might have had to crop myself out of this picture. Jammies. No makeup. Hair not brushed. I did Y'all a HUGE favor doing that. Trust me.)

I love how she captured Hunter in this last one:

Biscuit/Hunter/Buddy/Pa-Pa: Priceless to this Grammy.

At four years and three months, LL can take the most amazing pictures with my cellphone. She can also send one—by text—to her Mom. With no help from Grammy. Hey, I can barely work this cell I’ve had for almost three years. I realize most kids her age are very familiar with iPads and iPhones. She seems extra brilliant to her grandparents. (Winky Wink and Teeheehee!)

Hope Y’all have a Wonderful Weekend with family and friends you love! Eat outside—weather permitting! Take some pictures! Play some games! Time’s a-Tickin’, Friends…

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