Boo

Day 9 of thanksgiving moments will be about my granddaughter #2.  She was quite the surprise to all of us.  Her mommy is half Philippino, so having a little Philippino baby doll was the plan.  Well, it was everyone's plan, but hers.

When our son walked out carrying the little bundle all wrapped up, he pulled the blanket back, and her cute, little Phillipino grandma yelled, "She's white!"

It was like the paparazzi had hit town, people crowding to see, cameras flashing, everyone gushing.  But she was having none of it, she was wailing and demanding that all this chaos stop this minute.

It really doesn't seem fair that she was such a good baby.  I mean, every parent should have to go through the sleepless nights and days of walking zombie-like throughout the day, but she was a princess, and she had to have her beauty sleep. 

She smiled at everyone who came into her presence.  She didn't care who you were, or why you were there, she would present you with one of her sweet smiles and you instantly became one of her most loyal subjects.

I had the privilege of keeping her for three or four days while her mommy and daddy went away for some together time.  I had a little Moses basket that she slept in and I would just take the basket and put it in bed with me so I could peep at her all through the night. (yes, I was doing the whole "put your hand near their face to make sure they're still breathing" thing)  One night I was laying there, and I heard her rustling around, so I peeped over the edge only to see her looking back at me with a big smile on that precious face.

She's all eyes and smiles...big, beautiful, blue eyes and a cute, dimpled smile.  She has Grammy's heart, and I do believe she's kinda partial to me.  We like to play together, read books, and munch on gold fish crackers.  She likes my lap and I like her on my lap.

Her favorite word has always been "boo."  It always gets a smile and now that she's older, she likes to say it and see the terrified response we have when we hear that little voice say, "boo."  She walks by, looks at us with a smile, says "boo" and we shutter and pretend we're a moment away from passing out from fright.

She is starting to use her imagination and it's so fun to watch.  Her favorite toy is an old butter bowl with a lid and a plastic spoon.  She stirs and stirs, then feeds her little baby doll. 

The last time Papa and I went to visit, we got out of the car and immediately heard squealing and some little voice yelling, "Pa-pa!"  We looked up to see her mommy holding her, looking out the glass door.  She could hardly be contained she was so excited. 

She loves dragging out all her toys for us to look at, crawling up on our laps looking at the same book over and over, and she especially loves the "I'm gonna get you" game.

I don't know what it is about these little souls that completely capture our hearts and our devotion, but I sure love my little Boo, and I'm so thankful she's in our lives.

Philippians 1:3  I thank my God upon every remembrance of you,