Life and Times of Grandma Dawn

Care Bear's Fruit Salad

Tutorial

Step 1: Search Grandma's cupboard for a large bowl - drag chair over to tall cupboard, remove everything in your way to achieve the goal of the perfect bowl.

Step 2: Search second cupboard for apron for Feisty to wear while preparing fruit salad. Apron says, "Don't Expect Miracles."

Step 3: Search refrigerator for every possible ingredient for fruit salad. Call Grandma from upstairs to peel orange, which has been pricked with numerous toothpicks to make it juicy.

Step 4: Place all ingredients on kitchen table. Orange, grape jelly, grapes (red and green), green yogurt, applesauce, popcorn flavored jellybeans, toothpicks for candles.

Step 5: Mix all ingredients together. Enjoy??

Next Day:

Care Bear is in school. Feisty has center stage. She gets a chance to have all the attention, except for what goes to the babies. She is so much fun. Except for when she's at eye level with Grandma's mid-section - "Grandma, your tummy is getting big!" Thanks, Feisty.

Feisty wants FOUR scoops of ice cream. I tell her, "You'll get fat like Grandma if you have that much ice cream!" Horrified look on Feisty's face - "Just 3 scoops, Grandma!"

Locked bathroom door - fortunately, she was not in there. I could not get it unlocked, so all afternoon we had to run downstairs.

Feisty has a great imagination. She found 3 rubber gloves and began to play a game called "Rescue the Spoon."

"Grandma, help me rescue the spoon on your bed!" Livi to the Rescue! Grandma has to go up the stairs, one twin in arms, FIVE TIMES - she loves to repeat anything she finds to be great fun.

We've been working hard on the potty training endeavors - we had several successes again and she gets so excited. We made up a happy dance for the occasion - we had to do it FIVE TIMES. This grandma had to call a halt, because I was totally out of breath.

I don't have any recent pictures of Anakin - and I don't have him as often as I used to. But on the way home from school the other day, I saw this high school kid walking down the street in full black clothes with silver decoration - you know, the blousy black pants, the knee-high combat boots, chains, fasteners all in silver. I said, "Anthony, that dude looks terrible!" He says, "Grandma, I hate to tell you this, but "dude" coming out of your mouth just doesn't sound right!" Oh, I think I am embarrassing him already - and he's only 10!

It'll either keep me young or make me old!!

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