The Codymonster turned Cody(good)bug
That Cody. He knows how to pull grandma's heart strings. He is always just way too excited to talk to grandma on the phone. When I talked to him yesterday, I told him he needed to come for a visit and we would read good books together. I could hear him asking his mom when he could visit grandma and read books together. His mom replied something like, "Someday. Not today, but someday." This wasn't a good-enough answer for him. He started to cry. He wanted to see grandma and read books in his typical time frame of ten minutes. (I'm quite sure he has no idea how long ten minutes is, but his mom often tells him that this or that will happen in ten minutes, and I know he at least recognizes that it is sooner than "someday.")
I'm quite sure Jessica doesn't read books to the grandgoobers. She should, of course, for so many reasons. When Cody would camp out here, we'd read books, sometimes throughout the day, always at night. He'd calm down a hundredfold. There was one book. It was nothing more than an animal or insect on each page with the animal's or insect's name. The last page had a bee. Grandma always had to do a "bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" out loud and give the little Codymonster a soft poke in the belly. He thought this was the greatest. He took to picking that book every time he came, at every reading session, and he'd immediately turn it to the last page. The bee page. Every now and then, I'll ask him, "Remember the bee page?" "YEAH!" he will exclaim.
I hope I will find a way to get there come fall or winter.
In other news, I scored on another free hole-less, unstained t-shirt. Donating blood. Oh, yeah.
I'm quite sure Jessica doesn't read books to the grandgoobers. She should, of course, for so many reasons. When Cody would camp out here, we'd read books, sometimes throughout the day, always at night. He'd calm down a hundredfold. There was one book. It was nothing more than an animal or insect on each page with the animal's or insect's name. The last page had a bee. Grandma always had to do a "bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" out loud and give the little Codymonster a soft poke in the belly. He thought this was the greatest. He took to picking that book every time he came, at every reading session, and he'd immediately turn it to the last page. The bee page. Every now and then, I'll ask him, "Remember the bee page?" "YEAH!" he will exclaim.
I hope I will find a way to get there come fall or winter.
In other news, I scored on another free hole-less, unstained t-shirt. Donating blood. Oh, yeah.