Monday, February 28, 2011

Birds of Prey

Mom had to work again on Friday the 25th so I spent the day with Grandma Herbert.
After lunch GmaH decided it might be fun to make some muffins and let me help. She brought the bowl down to my level and even let me stir by myself - even if only for a few moments.
After we slapped 'em in the oven, I pulled up a chair to watch the show.

Hey, this reminds me of a joke I heard awhile back that still makes me laugh.

A pan of muffins are in the oven baking and one muffin turns to the second and says, "is it just me or is getting hot in here?" The second muffin is shocked and says, "holy cow, a talking muffin!"

Classic.

When Grandpa Herbert got home from work, we did a little reading, including one of my faves - Twinkle, Twinkle!

I really enjoy sitting around the piano and singing... even if the piano kind of starts and stops sporadically while Mom pauses to look at her fingers...

For dinner, Mom and I met Dad, Grandpa Davenport, Aunt Darcy & Uncle Dave for some Chinese. I LOVED the lo mein but long noodles aren't quite my strong suit. How come they can't make this with a nice macaroni or rigatoni.
When GpaD put down the means to pay for dinner, AD made a play for the card and asked me if I wanted to go shopping. I was kind of torn because I totally love shopping but I kind of felt bad snaking GpaD's card. Also, I think GmaD uses it quite a bit to buy me stuff already so it'd kind of be like robbing myself...

After dinner, GpaD, AD, Dad and I headed over to see Grandma Davenport at Olathe East. They were playing Olathe South in basketball and once again I was torn. AD & Dad are OS alums (AD graduated EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO!) but GmaD works at OE. Hmm...
At one point, one of the OS teacher chaperones hooked me up with some pom poms that HAPPENED to be blue and gold...
Hmm... I don't really want to choose sides but cheerleading was pretty fun... but then again, GmaD gives me gifts on a pretty regular basis... GO EAST!

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,
Avery

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