Looking Back

For several years I have had the opportunity to transport my two grand-girls to school while school was in attendance.  They would bebop out of the house either in shorts and cute little t-shirts or all bundled up in winter coats and gloves.  After getting all buckled in, off we would go.

Kate was the first.

What good times we had!  She still believed in the purity and innocence of the world, so we had awesome rides to school where the trees talked to her as we passed, or the tires would squeal when we made curves, or clouds were all sorts of objects.  There were deer and other animals to be seen and enjoyed.  Big plans were made on these short little trips.

Ava came next.

She grew up faster than Kate, always running in her sister’s footsteps to be like her sister.  But we still had awesome rides to school.  She believed as long as Kate kept quiet, but if her sister stated this was true or this was make-believe, then it was chiseled in stone.

And now they are both in double digits.  My little fairies that used to hide in my closet  (until they were found by a couple of snoopers)  are leaving me notes instead of them leaving my sweet girls notes to ooh and aah over.  The toys that once were dragged out all over the floor haven’t been touched in a while.

They ride the bus home and Kate rides it to school as well.

But I still get to take Ava.  And we still have a great time talking about all kinds of things in that ten-minute ride.  The laughter is still full and fills our guts to bursting until our sides hurt.  She is ten.  I might have one, maybe two years left before she, too, starts riding the bus to school, wanting to socialize with friends.

And that’s okay.  I’m making memory boxes for them.  So they can remember what the trees said and what objects the clouds really were and how the car could squeal when it made a curve and how fairies were real.  Back when they were smaller and younger and believed in the unbelievable.


Not the BUS!!!

Kate has been wanting to ride the bus for a long, long time.  Since our county K-12 school sits out in the middle of nowhere, trying to center it in the county, everyone has to ride the bus to and from school or has to be taken and picked up by family.  So my daughter and I have always taken my precious baby girl to school and always picked her up.  She’s only in first grade, so we have been doing this for about three years, from Pre-K to now.

Last year she started wanting to ride the bus.  In kindergarten!!!  She is definitely a free spirit and loves new experiences, but those bus kids learn all sort of things when they ride the bus.  And I did not want her learning all those things.

Kate's first bus day

Kate’s first bus day

But she has been insisting, so her Momma finally gave in.  She gets to ride the bus home from school.

I got to be at the house her first bus trip home because her Momma had a doctor’s appointments or something.  It gave me a great opportunity to get those first bus trip photos.


If you look really, really closely underneath all the glare, you will see the reason I am not worried about my precious cargo riding the bus: her bus driver, Lisa.

Do you see that happy smiling face?

Can you tell how competent and caring she is just by looking at that pretty lady?

Do you think she’s laughing at me for taking pictures of my granddaughter getting off the bus?


Kate definitely was not laughing at me for taking pictures of her getting off the bus.  As a matter of fact, I think I will probably be banned from future first-time events.

Kate not looking too happy about Gigi in the middle of the road taking pics.

Kate not looking too happy about Gigi in the middle of the road taking pics.

But… she loves her Gigi and doesn’t stay embarrassed too long.  I got a big hug after this sprint from the bus trip home.


She sits with a big girl at the front of the bus.  We are right there to meet her when she gets off.

I guess it will be okay.

When I Grow Up…

the future Hula dancer

My little granddaughter is just getting such a personality.  If you’ve read any of my blogs about the girls, you know how she can pretend.  She loves to have tea parties, and since she has found the Hawaiian goodies, she is planning the Hawaiian party.  She had to run around the neighborhood showing off her cool outfit.

okay. so maybe I just wanted to show off my beautiful pink flowers in this pic.

Kate says her boyfriend and she ran into each other on the playground and she fell down and skinned her leg.  “It’s not Logan.  I quit him so Noah could be my boyfriend.”  

She’s in kindergarten!  It’s hard keeping a straight face.

Today she was telling Mike about her leg and running into her boyfriend (he cracked up too). I said, “Is it still Noah, or is it Logan?”  “It’s still Noah; I’m not done with him yet.”

Oh, boys, look out.  Oh, men, look out.  When she grows up, just better look out!