Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Weekend With Melody



















Due to her parents having Christmas parties to attend, Melody was able to spend last weekend with us in our new home in Wisconsin. The last time she was here, there was no furniture. This time it seemed a bit more like Grandma's house.





Our first item of business was stopping at the Menomonie library to get books and movies. We found both, the movies being both Barbie themed. Those movies were watched several times over the course of two days. She is in that stage when Barbie is all it. I do wish for the sake of the adults that have to watch them along with the children that the plot could be mixed up a bit. It is always the sweet sugar coated Barbie characters and some type of evil witch figure. The witch always has a bumbling inept assistant. Of course, in the end, Barbie always reigns. She was especially fond of the Diamond Castle movie because one of the characters was named Melody.


Since is was close to Christmas, we did a few rounds of Jingle Bells on the banjo, piano and bell. Brian, myself and Melody took turns on the different instruments.





We also took a walk downtown to the train museum which always fascinates her. She especially is amazed by being able to walk across the actual tracks before we reach the old trains. When we told her one of the cars was 100 years old, she was shocked! It was built before her great Grandpa Peterson was born, and it was nice to see her equate time with Grandpa Peterson.





We walked to the restaurant for dinner Friday evening and downtown on Saturday evening for ice cream. There were Christmas decorations along the way, and she recognized our house when she saw the star hanging from the streetlight in front. So we gave her a little taste of small town living. She also found the drawer where we keep our change which prompted a couple walks to the dollar store.





Melody always tells me that she will wear me out and does a good job at fulfilling that.





Thought for the day: A Garden of Love grows in a Grandmother's heart.

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