The little dynamo has been safely returned to her parents after spending three nights. She got a little homesick the first night and began renegotiating the length of her stay. We would be fine all day, but at bedtime she would get "worried" about her mama and dad. The mood passes pretty quickly and generally doesn't involve tears, but if Miss Chatterbox gets quiet, it's a sign that she is brooding on something.
We had a fun time for the first couple of days. Even watering plants is fun when you have on your swimsuit and your crazy Memom keeps turning the sprayer on you. We visited Sloan's favorite toy store to spend her wooden nickles. She picked out an ocelot from the weird and wonderful stuffed animal selection. She couldn't remember the word ocelot for love nor money, so she sort of changed it to "swallowsot." But the WRN better be ready because on O day next fall, she is going to have a really good visual for show and tell.
We did go to the movies and she liked Madagascar 3, but she loved the push pop she picked out from the snack bar. The first one fell on the floor and had to be replaced by an emergency run to the lobby. Thank goodness she's a cheap date. Push pops are only $2. If she was into chocolate, that could have been a financial disaster. When we got home from the movie and pulled into the garage, she announced that she was going in and have a bath and put on something comfortable and relax. I got the bath part, she was sticky from crown to heel from that push pop, but her every ensemble consists of cotton panties and a sundress, so it cracked me up that she sounded like Scarlett asking Mammy to unlace her corsett.
She eats like a field hand, except at mealtimes. Every time I turned around she had a banana or a cheese slice. She also loves nuts and craisins and Tinkerbell gummies. She was watching a video while I took a shower one morning. As soon as I turned off the water, Great-gram tapped on the door and asked me to come take a peek at what was happening on the couch in the family room. When I got there, Sloan was sitting on the couch with a 16 ounce block of sharp cheddar with a set of teethmarks on every corner. She wanted some cheese, but isn't allowed to cut with knives...
My favorite part of being with Sloan is collecting memories of the priceless things she says. She is a total drama queen and has a vivid imagination. You can hear her all day long holding conversations with dolls, animals, and invisible princes and wizards as she pretends her way through varied adventures.
This week there was a new character who wears Great-gram's reading glasses and jots down notes while she "talks" on the phone. In one of these conversations, she was evidently talking to a caterer or bakery and ordering food for a party. She was very firm with this imaginary service provider and quite demanding about her requirements and her schedule. But the best part was when she was ending the call. She told him to call her back or he could always reach her at ABC.org!
By the end of the week, we were both pretty worn out from having so much fun. She was ready to go home and I was ready to have the order of the old and set in their ways restored to my house. Drama queens are very entertaining and exhausting to keep up with. There is a reason why God sends small children to the young.
On the way home from Dallas, I kept looking in the rearview mirror to see why she was quiet in the back seat. It will take me a few days to stop watching and listening for her. But she was happy to be back with her family and they were certainly happy to see her. Even Tyler just bounced and laughed for sheer joy when he saw her again.
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