My youngest granddaughter turns 6 this week. She is special. I mean, really special.
We have been doing some serious decluttering here in the old Farmhouse. I was getting something from the back kitchen today and spotted the following on shelves and chairs:
She was helping Daddy clean out the trailer in anticipation of selling it and brought some critters home with her.
And of course they must be fed.
These baby chicks were in the quilt room last week under a light.
I guess they needed to keep warm.
I once set up an empty 8 foot table and told her she could use it. She filled it one end to the other with crafts and stuffies and books and toy sewing machines and snacks and her ipad in no time at all. Just like Gramma.
In the meantime, the 7 year old has requested that she do some sewing. She tells me isn't it wonderful that she is so blessed to have the skills to sew. She sewed up many 7 inch I Spy blocks last summer and we are continuing now. Well, until she cut the thread too short then jammed the machine and I had to re program it and refill the bobbin. But that's what Gramma's do.
Blessings,
Chris