<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617591287394320283</id><updated>2024-10-31T23:44:51.634-07:00</updated><category term="4 year old"/><category term="GROSS"/><category term="LAST NAME"/><category term="LEMONADE"/><category term="nicknames"/><category term="phone"/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Toots &amp;amp; Kid</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to my 4 year old little sister, Hannah.  I wanted a way to share and document the amazing times we spend together.  Not only does she bring me joy and laughter, but is training me for kids of my own.  Which I am finding there is A LOT I did not know!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tootsandkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617591287394320283/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tootsandkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina Gross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02025933886388888254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSxnO2CuVtwolUJBjr1rKuLnhpaDcnIq3ZqHFJj5i0fWeCwmpDBYMTwgwiH1xe7VH9SAVAOXodWVQV59opH0EAYVxSf3Wf3G-VZT8CwWxm_1E--CCJyEZwKWL-IxZYhY/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617591287394320283.post-4338802812952299752</id><published>2014-04-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-01T12:31:10.828-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 year old"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone"/><title type='text'>Hanging you up now!!!!</title><content type='html'>I waited for this moment for sometime now.&amp;nbsp; I visited as much as possible but sometimes would get caught up with everyday life, wedding planning, work, etc.&amp;nbsp; I would only see here once a week sometimes ever other week.&amp;nbsp; Which to me was not enough.&amp;nbsp; I wanted her to know I was there for her no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;
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So they day came when I was speaking with my father over the phone.&amp;nbsp; I typically could hear her in the background making noises, singing or talking.&amp;nbsp; I would ask &quot;See if Hannah wants to talk to me?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Do you want to talk to Sissy?&quot; &quot;NO&quot; was her reply.&amp;nbsp; Somewhat hurt, I reluctantly replied &quot;Okay, I&#39;ll talk to her later&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Deep down knowing that one day, one day she would be able to connect with me on a daily basis via the strange little box people talk into and press buttons.&amp;nbsp; I still realized that a cell phone or a phone in general was something she didn&#39;t quit understand the concept of.&amp;nbsp; But one marvelous day she would discover her womanly duty to chat on the phone.&amp;nbsp; I waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;
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So a few weeks ago, I again was chatting with my father on his home phone.&amp;nbsp; Yes, someone still has a home phone.&amp;nbsp; In midst of conversation, I hear the sweeet little voice of Hannah.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Who you talking too?&quot;&amp;nbsp; At last, she realizes someone is on the other end of that little white box that people talk into.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hold on, someone wants to talk to you?&quot; Could it be? Is this the brink of daily interaction with Toots?&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;SSSSSSIIIIISSSSYYYYY!!!!!!!!&quot;&amp;nbsp; To which I reply, &quot;What&#39;s up Toots?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Nuffin, K, Hanging you up now!&quot;&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp; The conversation has just begun.&amp;nbsp; I couldn&#39;t believe this.&amp;nbsp; I waited this long for hanging you up now?&amp;nbsp; Wait, I still hear something.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sissy?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yes?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;what are you dogs doing?&quot;&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; One step at a time.&amp;nbsp; She doesn&#39;t quit get the concept of when you say Good Bye you hang up.&amp;nbsp; I will teach her this another day.&amp;nbsp; So we finished our conversation which ended abruptly again with hanging you up now and my father getting back on the phone to say good bye.&amp;nbsp; I knew I had to teach her how to talk on the phone this is my sisterly duty to do so.&amp;nbsp; If I wanted her and I to be able to have hour long conversations one day I would have to get her started early and this may take some time.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot to learn. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lesson 1: When you say &quot;Hanging you up now&quot; you are ending the conversation.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t speak anymore just say good bye and hang up the phone.&amp;nbsp; So the plan.&amp;nbsp; When she says &quot;Hanging you up now&quot; I am just going to hang up the phone.&amp;nbsp; It will be tough to hang up on that sweat little voice but I know this is the best way for her to learn.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day.....&lt;br /&gt;
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5:05-Incoming call....Dad cell.&amp;nbsp; This is it, do or die, you will thank me later, Toots!&amp;nbsp; &quot;Helllllloooo Sissy!&quot; Hey Toots.&amp;nbsp; &quot;What are your dogs doing?&quot;&amp;nbsp; The typical conversation starter.&amp;nbsp; Why is she so obsessed with my damn dogs?&amp;nbsp; &quot;They are watching, TV&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Dogs can&#39;t watch TV, Sissy!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Well, Hello Miss Know It All!&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t understand the concept of hanging up the phone but you know that dogs can&#39;t actually watch TV? Whatever.&amp;nbsp; &quot;What are you doing?&quot; &quot;Sitting on my porch&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Do you have your shoes on?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Nope!&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sissy, you should put your shoes on if you are outside.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Dogs don&#39;t watch TV and you must wear your shoes while outside.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Toots!&amp;nbsp; Things, my 28 year old self, wasn&#39;t already aware of.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sissy, you there?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yup, still here&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;K, Hanging you up now!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Yes, it was time.&amp;nbsp; Ready... END CALL!&amp;nbsp; I did it!&amp;nbsp; I started soaking up the feeling I was having of teaching her an important lesson when......&lt;br /&gt;
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RRRRIIIIINNNNGGG....the old phone rings, Dad Cell on the screen.&amp;nbsp; What? Dad Cell?&amp;nbsp; Maybe he had to say something else or ask me something.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hello&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sissy!&quot;&amp;nbsp; said her distraught little voice.&amp;nbsp; &quot;YOU HANG UP ON ME, I WAS STILL TALKING TO YOU, SO I CALL YOU BACK TO HANG YOU UP......&quot; CLICK!&amp;nbsp; Like the click of a unloaded gun.&amp;nbsp; Click...silence.&amp;nbsp; I was in awe.&amp;nbsp; What the hell just happened?&amp;nbsp; I just got hung up on, intentionally, by a 4 year old.&amp;nbsp; Hung up on?&amp;nbsp; No one hangs up on me!&amp;nbsp; I just taught you a important lesson and you call me to intentionally hang up on me?&amp;nbsp; WTF?&lt;br /&gt;
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I call back!&amp;nbsp; &quot;Dad, you just hear what Hannah did?&quot; Dad hysterically laughing.&amp;nbsp; &quot;What are you laughing at? She just hung up on me?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I know, I know, I heard her back there&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I just wanted to teach her when you say Good Bye that you hang up the phone and she intentionally called me back to hang up on me!&quot; &quot;Bye&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How did this happen?&amp;nbsp; What is going on here?&amp;nbsp; She knew exactly what she was doing.&amp;nbsp; Which leads me to Reason&amp;nbsp; #273.&amp;nbsp; Yes I am already up to #273 of reasons I am not quit ready to pro-create, yet.&amp;nbsp; Mostly, these are just reason&#39;s I discovered through my friends and step mothers stories of birthing or co-workers stories of child birth.&amp;nbsp; You know, delivering a baby or what I like to call &quot;Complete Uterine War Fare&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reason #273 At four years old, little girls understand the concept of revenge!&amp;nbsp; Hanging up on someone in order to get back at them.&amp;nbsp; An eye for an eye if you will.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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She has had play phones for the past 3 1/2 years.&amp;nbsp; She has heard and seen everyone talking on the phone.&amp;nbsp; In real life and in movies.&amp;nbsp; Mind you, one of her favorite movies is The Goonies!&amp;nbsp; She likes to watch &quot;real movies&quot; as she calls them not cartoon kid movies! She knew what &quot;hanging you up now&quot; meant this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;
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So thank you Toots for reason #273, connecting with me on a daily basis, and just being you!&lt;br /&gt;
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Loves&lt;br /&gt;
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While enjoying a cold beverage on my deck, a white truck pulled in the driveway.&amp;nbsp; I see a little face and hand waving with excitement.&amp;nbsp; It was Hannah&#39;s first visit to the new place.&amp;nbsp; Being I live just down the street now, things got easier in the visitation department.&amp;nbsp; I could see Hannah pretty much whenever being I was so close.&amp;nbsp; So after dance class, my father, stopped by for a chat.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sissy I want some thing to drink&quot;&amp;nbsp; Sure no problem.&amp;nbsp; We got cool new monogrammed tumblers, Thanks T, for our wedding shower!&amp;nbsp; I poured some lemonade, as this was her new drink of choice, and handed her the &quot;G&quot; tumbler.&amp;nbsp; Back to the porch to chat with the Pop&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Sissy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Yes Toots!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What is the G for on the cup?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sissy&#39;s last name&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Well, what is your last name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew this wasn&#39;t going to be good.&amp;nbsp; I could only imagine what she would say once I told her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Gross, Sissy&#39;s last name is Gross&quot;&amp;nbsp; I anxiously replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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A slight pause with smoke practically spewing from her ears as her little mind was working a mile a minute! My fathers face got this look.&amp;nbsp; As if he knew what was coming next.&amp;nbsp; I  starred for a moment, in anticipation, for the unknown words of wisdom  about to come from her mouth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could see the grin on Hubs and Dads faces as we all starred at Hannah awaiting her reply.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME? GROSS. YOUR LAST NAME IS GROSS.&amp;nbsp; SISSY GROSS?!!!!!????!!!??!?!?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That is definitely not the reply I was expecting.&amp;nbsp; Dad&#39;s face turned a shade of candy apple red and Josh smirked as he continued his conversation on the phone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;SISSY GRRR-RROSS!&quot; still in shock.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if it was the shock that was funny or the overly theatrical way she said the word gross.&amp;nbsp; Over emphasis on the G with a french like tongue roll of the R.&amp;nbsp; GGRRRROSS.&lt;br /&gt;
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I laughed and brushed it off.&amp;nbsp; Slightly embarrassed but amused at Miss. Sassy pants remark. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And so it began.&amp;nbsp; The nicknames we would use for the rest of our life.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Toots and Kid&quot;&amp;nbsp; I like it.&amp;nbsp; Like a movie title or a best selling novel.&amp;nbsp; Toots and Kid.&amp;nbsp; Like a great duo, team or comic book characters.&amp;nbsp; Batman and Robin-Gotham Cities protectors against criminals and evil doers.&amp;nbsp; Thelma and Louise-Two women who escape from their troubled lifes only to discover the true meaning of life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Toots and Kid....The 31 year old newly wed and the 4 year old going on 32 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now that sounds.....not so interesting.&amp;nbsp; Toots and Kid?&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; We couldn&#39;t have come up with something a little more dynamic or witty?&amp;nbsp; I guess that will have to do for now&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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