The Cutest 3 year-old Girl EVAH!

My stalkee, Pup, is rather silent these days. I think she needs a little encouragement to start writing to us again. Or maybe she needs a little encouragement about the job. In any case, since she doesn’t have anything in the last few days, my suggestion to you, my readers is to go back to the beginning and read forward from there. You will love her as I do. She says what is on her mind. Why wouldn’t you love her? Honesty is always the best policy, right?

I was at work this morning, just about to bring a patient back to an exam room, when Lucky (think–cell phone) buzzed from deep in my pocket. I quickly looked at the caller ID and went into immediate panic mode when I saw that the call was coming from my mother’s house. This is what I do whenever I get a call at an unusual time or place from my mother’s house. This is because my Mom has had two heart attacks (she would say one heart attack and one “episode”, but to me that’s just denial–sorry Mom) and I am always afraid that if the phone rings and it is from her house, it’s an emergency. Anyway, I quietly said hello as I made my way back to my office. It wasn’t my Mom or my brother, it was Ashley (duh! mental head slap! Ashley lives there, too, now).

“What’s happening with Grandpa?” she asked. I realized that nobody had called her during all of his illness and that she would probably have seen it on my blog since I am sure my mother shows it to her. So I explained as much as I could and then she got to the real reason for her call.

“Can you take care of Isabelle tonight?”

It took me all of 0.0000000001 of a second to say, “Yes, sure.” Then I asked, “Do you have to work or what?” At this point, I wouldn’t have cared if she had told me she was going to an orgy where they would have copious amounts of drugs laying out on all the tables, she wanted us to have Isabelle and keep her overnight and I couldn’t wait to see her. It had been longer than two weeks.

She told me that she was going out with a few friends, one of whom is going back to college this week, so they were doing a little get together. She told me that she would bring Belle over before 6 since that is when we had to go to Sam’s open house for school.

She ended up coming at about 4 and we played a little and went over to the neighbor’s who had a present for her that she has had since Belle’s birthday in July. She hadn’t seen her since then. She played with the little boy there who is her age and he “read” her some stories. It was so cute to see them play together. They had fun, but she kept coming back to me, touching my face and holding it in her hands and then she would go to Emily, too, and do the same thing. It is almost like she can’t believe that we are actually within her grasp. The gift was a dress up outfit that was a little ballerina butterfly with shoes that were like ballerina toe shoes. She put it on and came to show me and said, “Grandma, I’m a beautiful butterfly!” Then she had to show me how she could fly. She is just so damn cute and I could go on and on about all the cute things she said and did the whole night. Licking my face and pretend crying as she tells me that she lives “far far away” and it just makes her so sad. Then the next breath, she says jubilantly, “And your Mom lives there, too!!”

We took her out to dinner after the open house and at first, all she wanted was ice cream. We went to one of those buffet places where they have lots of different things to choose from and she found some pizza that looked good enough to be an appetizer for the jello and ice cream that she had for a main meal and dessert, respectively. While she was eating her ice cream with “candy on it, papa put candy on it, Grandma!”, she all of a sudden put down her spoon with a deep sigh and said, “I’m full, Grandma. I’m just going to watch it now.” She meant watch her ice cream melt.

Does she not just make your eyes water with the cuteness factor? Well if they weren’t watering yet, I will tell you one more thing that she actually said to me Sunday night when I was talking to her on the phone. I told her that I missed her and she said to me, “I’m trying to get back there, Grandma! I love you!” I tried not to cry as I said to her, “I love you, Isabelle, I want to hug you so bad right now.” She told me she loved me again and then she hugged and kissed the phone.

She’s downstairs “watching a movie”, which means falling asleep, in Emily’s room with her. She is sleeping in Auntie Emily’s room tonight, even though her crib is still here. She doesn’t sleep in a crib anymore. She’s a big girl, you know. Duh!! :razz: