"The snow's coming back! The snow's coming back. Outside! Outside!" Mommy said, "I'm too tired." Grandpa said, "It's too cold." But Gramma said, "Put your coat on!" Five weeks after having a baby, mommy's still out of shape; we need to get her a gift card to the gym. It took her 30 minutes to get me dressed, but by golly, I stayed warm. While Gramma and I trudged through the "elephants," we pretended like we were in the "Him-lalas" where she wants to take me some day if she stays young enough. Sounds like a long shot. Anyway, she told me about the "monkeys" and pointed out the beautiful "monsters." We don't always understand each other's words, but we both like to here the sound of each other's voices. She said I was very brave when I walked across the high swinging bridges, but that was nothing after surviving my Daddy's idea of "spring training" in the swimming pool. Then we walked through deep rivers and up steep snow banks. We watched children playing up and down the high moutains. When we came to the Yak trains, I said "choo choo" and we clung to the inside of the mountain trail. Gramma pointed out Mt. Rest, her favorite, and Mt. Ama Dab where the snow princess lives which is my favorite. We made snow angels, snow prints and snow balls. Then we climbed to the top of the tallest mountain. Finally, Gramma said our trek to the Him-lalas was over, but I said, "No way, Hozay." She thought I was cold, but I wasn't. She said I sounded like my daddy when he was two and crying, "Won't anybody play ball with me." Oh well, she promised she would take me trekking again tomorrow, and I won't forget.
This morning, Gramma helped me into my Maraca Dancing dress so we would be ready for the talent show. Gramma said I was a shoe in for first place because the rest of the participants were too lazy to practice. After the Mexican dance, we both put on our Jamaican outfits and I put on my tap shoes. I can really dance with my tap shoes on and Gramma said that was sure to seal the deal because she knew for a fact that no one else had any props.
Another breakfast party at the Jeffrey house. Gramma made Grandpa and me Mickey Mouse breakfast sandwiches and Mommy let me watch one more morning Mickey Mouse cartoon. I get by with a little more when the grandparents are here because they like Mickey Mouse too. The rest of the family needs to watch the new "Mickey Mouse Show" before we go to Disneyland so they will know what's going on. The changes left Granmma and Grandpa in a cloud of dust. The songs are new, the story line is educational and the quality is stunning, or at least that's what Gramma said. Now she is following along as Daddy and Mickey sing: "Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggidy dog."
We are celebrating by taking as many pictures as we can. I held him carefully because he's little, but it won't be long until it's everyman for himself.
I like to dress myself and go outside. I looked pretty in my dress from Nicaragua and my Texas boots from Uncle Kerry and Auntie Maria, but Mommy said I had to have a coat and hat since it was below freezing outside. Thus, my attire. Gramma said I have a flair for fashion but Auntie Maria emailed back saying I have a flair for the flamboyant. Who do you agree with?
Unfortunately, the best pictures had to be tossed because Mommy threatened to hold Drew and I hostage if Gramma Rosie showed any unflattering shots of her and Daddy. So much for a photo of the three of us; someone always gave up too much skin to get us in under the wire. It's hard to soar like a princes when surrounded by frogs!
