My two-year-old granddaughter has a language all her own, and it’s a delight to be around her. As her “Coco,” I get to be around her at least two days a week, sometimes more. With her baby sister arriving in a few weeks, I’m sure we’ll be spending even more time together. She is a little tomboy who loves being outside and investigating all kinds of leaves, flowers, and bugs—could that be due to her biology teacher grandma?
Observing nature from Peepaw’s trailer
But she is also all girl. As soon as she was able to grab things, she zeroed in on my jewelry, and now she demands that I give her my “blacelets” when I am wearing my bangle bracelets. She likes to loop them on her wrists and ankles. It’s what I call “blingage.”
|Trying on Meemaw’s bracelets|
Another of her favorite activities is playing with her Peepaw’s (my dad’s) coins from a little box on his chest of drawers. She picks up the “coineys,” sorts and counts them, and then throws them. That’s when they go back into the box and we find something else to do.
When “Tootie” is tired of trekking the acres of my parents and our adjoining property and playing with blacelets and coineys, it is time to settle in for an afternoon nap. That’s when she wants me to read “How to be a Grouch” by Oscar the Grouch of “Sesame Street.”
Between Oscar’s antics, blacelets, and coineys, staying at Coco and Pop’s makes for a tired toddler indeed. Nighty night.