It seems to me that for every major and minor holiday someone, somewhere wants to bestow gifts upon my sweet girl Elizabeth. She's just the kind of kid whose face beams out a signal that says "Not to beg, but if you need gift ideas, I NEEEEEED more plastic Care Bear figurines. Thank you."
She's greedy, but very polite.
I have no less than THREE baskets of toys which have migrated from her room and into the main living areas of the house. I have TWO drawers full of toddler pajamas, some light and summery some heavy and footed, but all gifts.
Elizabeth also has at least 25 sweatshirts, jackets and sweaters. She has almost equal amounts of scarves and hats. Somehow, along with her silent pleas for toys and pajamas, she conveys a subliminal chilliness.
She also has four shelves worth of books, and she can't even read.
Even though I've personally begged my mom to discontinue purchasing pajamas and books and toys something primal in her forces her to shop and buy. It must be the latent grandma genetic code, once unleashed, her shopping powers cannot be contained.
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My mom just informed me she wanted to buy Athena a playhouse. She considered the two-story model, but will settle for the one that looks like a gingerbread house. I need to get this woman a hobby.
Sadly, this seems to BE the hobby of choice for the grandma set.
It's cool, you'll adjust.
Like how I never ever buy my own children clothing.
It's redundant.
She's such a cutie, what's a grandmother to do? You might want to stress how great Savings Bonds can be, especially for college.
I paid for three out f four years of college with savings bonds, so you'd think that nanny's already got that idea!!!
You just can't snuggle a savings bond.
Though I certainly did love mine!
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