Harmony, my little 5 yr old (almost 6) granddaughter will be home tomorrow after school with a bunch of new stories to tell me about her last few days at her dad's house and I would really hate to have to tell her to wait to tell me tomorrow, because Framma's head hurts too bad to listen to her. Nothing breaks my heart more than to see that little girl's eyes hurting when she knows I'm in big time pain again and we can't play. Of course I try to hide it but she always seems to see right through me and will try to take care of me like a little mommy herself. So on the really bad days, we just cuddle up and talk about anything and everything that a little girl can think of and make up funny words and she will pretend to read me books, even though she says she's reading them for REAL....she really just has them all memorized!
On the good days, we'll look stuff up on the internet like the colors of frogs and what the insides of trains look like and what happens to bad guys when they go to jail. Anything she wants to know about, ANYTHING! Framma will find an answer for her and most times, she will help me figure it out. She thinks I'm the smartest old lady in the whole wide world! lol. I won't lie to her, ever...even if she asks me about Santa Claus. I may skirt around the answer but I refuse to out right lie to her. I think it's very important for her to have that bond with me.
For instance, this past xmas we were talking about how Santa was going to get the presents into our house. I need to describe out house for you to understand this...Papa and I kind of live in the ground.
Our house is a split level duplex of sorts but it has a stairway with doors that goes from upstairs to downstairs from the middle of the house. Papa, Framma (me) and our 25 yr old son Ryan live downstairs in 2114 sq ft, 4 br , 1 bath, kitchen, living room etc....a whole house is down here with big windows in every room AND a fireplace! Upstairs in their own 2114 sq ft of house with their own living room, kitchen, 2 bath, 4 br and a wheelchair ramp but NO fireplace...lives Harmony age 5, Her baby brother, Canon 9 months old, her mom Angie, age 26, Angie's boyfriend Ron, and Phil, a quadriplegic
that is a live in client and Angie's full time job.
Papa and I don't celebrate xmas. Santa doesn't come to our house. Santa comes to Harmony's house though and she never questioned this set up of ours until this year. So she wanted to know how the presents were going to get into our house. So I told her that Santa is afraid of our dogs ( 2 German Sheps, 2 Rotts, 2 Chi's, one Pit Bull and a Great Pyr) so he won't coming into my house. I told her that I think he could just use the wheelchair ramp instead of the fireplace! Well, she wasn't gonna fall for that. She's sitting on my desk right in front of me....grabs my face and says, "just say it Framma!" I said "Just say what?" And she tells me..."Just say you were naughty and he ain't gonna come to YOUR house!"
Yup, that's my Harmony and one of her Harmonyisms....
Never afraid to say what she thinks...just like her Framma :)
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