Thursdays Great Grandma Chubby comes to visit. I love to see the girls interact with her. Sometimes she will act their age and give them a dose of their own medicine. Like the time Hosanna wouldn't give her the time of day and acted like Grandma was someone to be frightened of. When Grandma didn't know anyone was watching she said, "Hey Hosanna..." and made a scary face at her. I think the girls need this and it cracks me up. Sometimes they take turns reading to each other. the girls have a book called, "You Read to Me and I'll Read to You." The girls love Grandma's dramatic voices and exaggerated expression. After a while Grandma will make her way over to the piano and start playing hymns that resemble the style of piano playing in a saloon...the girls didn't even recognize it when she played Jesus Loves Me. But they always clap and tell her how wonderfully she plays. Today she seemed bored which led to her being nervous that my dad would never return for her. She started to correct my grammar as I tried to make interesting conversation and avoid the "were you in any of my plays?" conversation. She doesn't get to stay long, but I am so thankful for our short visits and I hope the girls will always remember their Great-Grandma-Chubby. In fact, today it dawned on me how blessed my daughters are. They were brought home from spending the night with their Grandma Ann to find their Great Grandma waiting in the house and then a few minutes later they ran next door to see their Nanny. Three grandmothers in one day in a little girl's life is quite a gift.
