Emily, that is. The grandgirl I write about here and other places... our oldest grand-precious.
After a day full of doing things. . . I sat at this computer and started answering emails and had things on my mind. I forgot to call my sister back . . . did I remember to pray for my friend who was sick all day? . . . did the dryer stop yet? ... you know, that kind of thing.
Anyway, Emily comes in and plops down on the chair behind me talking --- a lot, like she frequently does. Filling up a LOT of space with a LOT of words.
I am nodding, saying "yes, that is very nice" and more not all the way there answers that a decent grandmother would not do or admit to.
Emily opens up a book behind me and says: "I not gonna look at the pictures any more, Nandy. I'm gonna read this book."
I tell her that is fine (she had been looking at pictures from Easter on the computer) and send a quick smile over my shoulder.
She says, as she opens to the title page of the book she is "reading" ... "What does this say, Nandy?"
I realize at this point that she has the book I use with Braxton and the one I started Lauren on when she was five... a year older than this inquisitive and talkative little mouth next to me.
"First Reader" ... I tell her clearly what the title page says.
"OH! I'm a first reader! I'm a first reader, right, Nandy?! My carseat was first and it is in the middle and yeah, I'm a first."
Then she says all of this (I can't keep up with what order) ---
* Oh! This is SOOO pretty! Oh, I know what it's gonna be! Baby birds! {Referring to a picture of a nest with blue eggs}
* You might not want to look at this. A pider (spider).
*You won't like this, Nandy. A nake (snake) .
*There's a kangaroo in here! K K
* She goes on to the next page: "Big H, wittle h. .. I know my numbers now."
* Big qwew, wittle qwew
* There's a wagon like your old wagon?!
* Big Z wittle z
* A policman! Like my daddy!
* A flag! Like your flag outside... right out there!
* My number! My number is wight here! E, see , Nandy! This makes me sad.
Why, I ask her, does this make you sad?
Because they have my number (meaning, letter... and it is E for Emily) but not my name. See? They don't have my name. You see? I love you, Nandy. But I am so sad that they don't have my name though.
* Whoa! There's five bells? Nandy, look. There are five bells. See, Nandy? Nandy, LOOK! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5! I'm four though.
* I'm not looking at these little things that I don't like. These little things... this thing is boring. I'm going to look at another book. {After she went through almost every single page in the entire book}
