Last week, we had a wonderful visit from Ganma. Ganma got to visit preschool and get some quality Katie time, I got to eat an entire rack of BBQ ribs made in a slow cooker, and Huzbend got to show off his knowledge of Seattle cuisine by taking us to Mario Batalis fathers butcher/salami shop. A good time was had by all.
As is usual, Katie learned to say "Ganma" by the end of her stay. She hasn't stopped talking about her since. Whenever she hears a plane overhead the conversation goes something like this, "Ganma! Plane. Shooooooooosh (plane sound). Sky. Moon. Home. Mickey. Hug." I told Katie that Ganma had to go Bye-Bye in a plane to go back home. And being a polite Ganma on a plane, she waved to the moon. I also told her that Ganma lives right near Mickey Mouse and that she would give him a big hug. She loves that story.
On Saturday, I got to watch Katie and Daddy participate in their swimming class. It was just about the cutest thing ever. They had such a good time splashing around in the pool. Their swim lessons also happen to be held in the ritziest gym I have ever been in. You kinda have to see it to believe it. The women's locker room is larger than our house and had this Roman bath type atmosphere. It's surreal.
I have to go back to the dentist on Thursday. I have a bar attached to the back of my bottom teeth to keep them straight. Part of the cement holding the bar broke off. Sigh.
I have also been asked by our classes coordinator if I could help her out and write another article for our preschool monthly newsletter. It's due on Sunday. I haven't started it yet. I really gotta get going on that.
I also love Chicken Pot Pie. LOVE IT. I think that it might be just as good as eggplant parmesan. Really. We had it for dinner on Sunday. Then I had the leftovers for lunch yesterday and today. Sadly, I have eaten it all.
