WHAT A SPLENDA DAY!

Mothers’ Day was a wonderful day---I awoke to an early phone call from the MO group, with lots of speaker-phone chattering back and forth between the two of us and the five of them, with all sorts of adventures and picnics and school doings and family times related.

They’re our GA bunch, moved SIX HOURS CLOSER now, and we’re excited to know that there will be lots more visits and meet-halfways and this Summer, the girls are coming for a week EACH---so we’ll have some one-on-one time for the first time with Kit.

Then the lovely flowers and meeting all the ones who live here in town after church, for lunch at “The Jello Store,”---one of our favorite places.   We got a table back in a corner, out of traffic and the crowd, and had a splendiferous time, with a good Sunday Dinner and lots of conversation and sharing around tastes of desserts.

Sweetpea finished first, and started to sing to us as we continued our leisurely meal---she’d hung on to her church bulletin, and held it up like a choir book, softly singing away to Cinderella songs and Chipmunk songs and Sunday School songs, as she “read” every word.   After our first caution, she sang very softly, and did her dancing way in the back, so as not to disturb other families.

Caro slipped the “Flip” recorder out of her purse, and captured some of the music and the dancing.   She sang to her Mama an endless song for Mothers’ Day---with “I love you” in almost every line (still reading from bulletin), with many pirouettes and turns, and gentle golf-claps of applause from us.

“Sing the Weather song,” I requested, for I’ve hoped to capture her voice singing that one for a long time, before it changes from the soft syllables of  little-hood.

She consulted her broadsheet.   “It’s not ON here,” she replied.  

“Look, way down at the bottom.  There it is,” I said, and she sang away,  eyes on the bottom line all the way through the song.

There was just one more that I’d wanted to record before she changes the mis-wording to the correct one---so I requested that one as well.

Ditto, it’s not on this book.    Her Mama handed her a Splenda packet, and she perked right up, launching right into “Sing, Sweet LIGHT-in-Gale,” from her new cue card.  I'd heard of singers who were so good they could "sing the phone book" and everyone would listen.   But CONDIMENTS?

After lunch, we went book-store-ing and came home to our new reading and naps, until time for order-in Chinese dinner and the finale of Survivor.   We finished up the day with calls from the CA contingent, several time zones behind us.  

Splenda Day.    And you?