Ellie isms

“Mom I love your sensibilities” this from my 2 1/2 year old granddaughter Ellie. She is by far the most fascinating thing in my life in quite awhile. Where she comes up with these Ellie isms, as we have begun calling them, we have no idea. She is read to a lot, by all of us, she seldom sees TV but someplace she is picking up the greatest vocabulary. A bit ago while eating dinner with her folks she exclaimed, “Aside from the dog rubbing my legs while I have been eating, this has been a wonderful dinner.”

Thursday is my usual Ellie morning: she rushes in the back door “Gramma, what will we do today?” Sometimes we bake, some days we play games; she is very good at UNO cards and UNO Dominoes. Getting ready to play dominoes she sorts through them talking to herself, “We will take turns, here is a number domino I will put that here, this is a talking domino I can’t read that, finally Gramma can you help me turn them over and you can start.”

We have ripped up a few less than favorite seed catalogs, using them to make scenes along paper roads for cars, tractors and horses. Did I mention that glue sticks are also on her favorite list? Both of us are having a hard time been cooped up inside, we are both outdoor girls. But this weather has not been good for a cute faced little 2 year old. Just before Christmas she was on her way over with her Dad, he told her she would be helping Gramma plant bulbs in the dirt. (I decided she was old enough to make something to give to others, and I had purposely saved bulbs for the task). She came roaring through the back door with hands on hips; “Gramma can you tell me a reason why we would plant light bulbs in the dirt?” The end result was that we both got our hands in the soil, were happy, plus we made gifts that she was proud to give all. She loves to say “I am a worker lady just like you, Gramma.”

It won’t be long and we will be back on her beloved Kubota, with the dog trotting along. We will cruise around looking for signs of spring, deer damage in the blueberry field, plotting gardens or just plain enjoying the outside again. The one thing that will remain, as we stroll along enjoying the sun on our faces with my blind dog sniffing Ellie’s ‘buns’ so he can keep track of her – will be a; “Barley, you are a pain in the neck!”