On Monday of this week, The Poppa and I did our babysitting gig. I might rephrase that, I did my babysitting gig. The Grandbaby arrived for her breakfast of champions--muffin, yogurt, and Oreo O's cereal. I had no idea what this kind of cereal was but after tasting it, it tastes like Oreo cookies in milk. I don't know what a champion winning addition to the breakfast of champions that is, but by golly, The Grandbaby cleaned her breakfast plate.
I received an email which merited that I change my credit card number on an online site so I took care of that.
The Poppa went along with his work while The Grandbaby and I decided we needed a trip to Walmart. The Grandbaby made a list for us on the way so we were well equipped to begin shopping and not linger too long. The list worked well, we got all of the goods (and there were many) and piled them into the small cart that The Grandbaby drove around the store for me. Such a delight is The Grandbaby and as she is growing, such a helper.

We got to the checkout and after all that shopping, decided to use the regular checker-outer-person instead of self-checkout. We worked together to unload the mega goods. The transaction was finished, I reached into my purse to get my case with my credit card, and there was NO case with credit card. Remember paragraph 2 in this post? I knew exactly where it was and it was not in my purse in the store. I told the cashier that I had left my credit card at home but I had a checkbook, I could write a check. But, alas, my ID was in my case with my credit card and I never write a check so I am NOT in the system. I looked down at The Grandbaby and she was taking all this in big time. She said very wisely, "NEEMA, even my mama doesn't leave her credit card at home! And you sure are sweating, Neema!" Gee, thanks! As the cashier put a bag in my cart, she said, "I've done this more than once. Don't feel bad." At that point, I called The Poppa who was able to bring us the card tho not without his male snide remarks, then we had to go to self check to check out the whole bunch of mega goods again as the cashier couldn't suspend my transaction, but had to abhort it. The Grandbaby and I worked together in that self checkout. She is growing so well and is so helpful, did I say that already?
One of the items "we" bought at the store was a pair of canvas sneakers. The Grandbaby had asked to decorate a pair and we had not found any that were suitable. Well, it was a delightful day to find a pair so we bought them. The Grandbaby again wisely said, "I'm glad I could help you remember, Neema. I think my rememberer is better than yours." Duh. The Grandbaby decorated those shoes after lunch and was absolutely thrilled. You would think I had given her the moon.
Lest you think the delights of the day were over, think again. I had learned how to make balloon columns and liked the process so much that I had ordered an electrical balloon inflator. After the shoes were done, I taught her how to make the columns. She has been so thrilled that we may make balloon columns often, just like Pollyanna with the prisms in her movie. We may have balloons everywhere!
So it was a day that began with distractions but became a delightful day. That is until I realized all the delights caused me to be too distracted to remember to put the ribs for supper into the oven so supper was late. Ah well, it's the price one much pay when one is so very artsy and creative, don't you think? Maybe my rememberer is in trouble......