
Monday, September 21, 2009
Gramma Rosie and Grandp Jimmy need my help!

Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Football Game
Today was exciting because Aunt Jean and cousin Owen arrived last night to go with us to the Farm Fair in the morning and Daddy's football game in the afternoon. At the farm fair, I played in the cornbox and saw all of the exhibits, including my favorite, the animal exhibit. I really liked the little black sheep; I petted the sheep and felt their soft wool. Now I know about "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep."
Friday, September 18, 2009
The Children's Parade
What a night it was
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Today we drove through a bottle of milk, two snacks, three stories, four songs and five games before finding this little park. In addition, we played the "I see" game on the way up and back. I learned to say, "I see a truck, I see a house, I see a tree, I see a tractor etc." Gramma said she was proud of me. I had a lot of fun on the playground before returning to my old stand by, rolling in the dirt and throwing rocks, and as I said before, the grandparents have gotten lazy; they don't even brush my clothes off anymore. Gramma put the moose on my head again, but with two hats on, who was I going to impress.The weather called for a raincoat, and although it never rained, the wind blew and the air temperature kept my milk and hands cold. When Gramma poured me a refill, she spilled and said a bad word and mentioned something about having my parents sign a disclaimer before she takes me with her again. After playtime, we checked out Grandpa's afternoon golf challenge. Tomorrow we are going sightseeing in Charlettetown and spend the night in a hotel. Gramma said we had done all of the damage we could do at this place and it was time to take our show on the road. This could prove interesting for the grandparents, but they like to live on the edge, and as Gramma Rosie always says, "Variety is the spice of life."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I have complaints to register
At the end of the day, the wheels started falling off of the truck. Grandpa threw me in the car seat and only buckled me halfway. I had to yell: "broke," "broke" until he got out and fixed it right. Then, I looked around and realized that appearances were sliding downhill. I noticed that Gramma Rosie had stains all over her top and the rental car was starting to look like a trash can. I personally was covered in dirt and they had given up dusting me off. What is wrong with these grandparents? They just don't make them like they used to.
A Toddlers Playground
Now I am at PEI, scoping out the area for my next playdate with my cousins. This place would be a lot of fun if there were no grownups around. After a good dinner, reading time, playtime and bath time, it was off to bed so I could get a fast start on the day. Gramma fixed my hair with a moose; go figure! Something about my mommy not liking my "Daddy's toddler" hair do. So, I started out pretty, but then we went to Summerside and after working on the computer in the library, I went outside and I played, played and played. The boardwalk was fun and now we are off to the park. Stay tuned for tomorrow's report.
On Sunday, the sun came out and Gramma said everyone was in a better mood, whatever that means. As a result, Daddy and Mommy had a lunch date and after my nap, I took my grandparents to the park. I did all of the things they like: I swung on the swing with Gramma, climbed on the playground equipment with Grandpa and went down all of the slides for the photo "oops." In the process, on the pink slide, Grandpa pushed me, Gramma missed me, and I hit the ground. No wonder my parents said I should be careful.
