The redhead and her mother moved to our house in the middle of July. She is the princess, you know. Mom promptly began looking for a job, so she could support the family this fall when Dad came to Canada in September to go to Mount Royal.
That left Grandma with the childcare duties. I love the childcare duties. But looking after the princess takes up alot of time.
Redheaded princesses need to be fed, have diapers changed, and played with. (We do alot of that!) There have been important things to learn, like WALKING!, talking and petting Teddy "nicely". Princesses love to dress up in aprons and headbands and neckties and shoes. And they can't play in the garbage, even though Grandma still doesn't have most of her cupboard doors. Toilets are also fun, and so is the printer. Did you know it beeps when you push all the buttons? And there is all kinds of paper to play with and scatter and crinkle. The redhead decided today that princesses don't have naps. They are for wimps.
I have been trying to remember how I did all the things I used to do with three small children in the house. How did I ever get those quilts made? Or bake? Or read? Or exercise? I think it is one of those skills that I lost back in the '90's.
So, I will just put some of those other things aside for the time being, because of the Redhead.
After all, I kind of like her smiles and kisses and cute personality...and she won't be little forever. I know that all too well.
Love you Elizabeth!
