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It was nearly 80! I had a wonderful walk/talk with a nurse friend.  Nothing like blue skies, fresh air, and sun. Love that sun. Let it hit the granny, turn her skin a little pink. Not all the time, but sometimes, like yesterday.  When the real desert summer comes, I'll wear my hat and a little sunscreen.



 It's already Wednesday! On Monday, Kenz spent the night. Since
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Here's a brief sketch of Kenzie's (age 9) current life activities...Montessori School, After School Spanish, Soccer (All Stars),  Piano lessons,  and Sunday School.  Oh and Brownies Group! Am I forgetting anything?

When she is at Nana and Daba's she's writing stories, reading, putzing around.. looking at the stuff Nana has nooked, or like yesterday she did an 
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This leaves Nana Connie in 
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Brody and I went to visit the mall Santa. We went early in the week . NO one was there. Snap a dap. 22 dollars later we were done.  Brody loved it. Pic immediately scanned and posted on Facebook. 



After Santa we went to the mall play area. I ran into a lady I  used to see when Kenz was climbing on this bear. She had her four-year old with her . Her older girl Amanada who was Kenzie's age was
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My Kenzie grand girl is turning NINE this week! 





My inspiration

a song sung pink

a smile so quick



She is...

so alive 

so sweet 

so neat

this girl 

this girl

this grand 

grand girl.




Kenzie wit her beautiful mommy.





I love this one. The brand new grandma. I loved my blue room ! Look at mommy's smile.



I remember being freaked out about the first bath. I had forgotten 
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If you read him one book, he'll ask for five more.If you let him color, he'll want to paint.If you take him for a walk, he'll want to run.If you go outside to play, he won't want to come in.If you take him to the mailbox, he'll want to go to the tennis courts.If you make him some noodles, he'll  also want a baloney sandwich.If you want to rest, he'll want to wrestle.If you take him to the 
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I'm starting to think that Kenzie is going to be the famous writer I once hoped to be.  At the young age of eight, almost nine, she loves to sit and type her thoughts into stories. And she can type. My guess is she's clicking along at close to 25 words a minute.  A major factor contributing to the love of expressing herself is her love of reading. 

Kenz has discovered that she likes to read 
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I'm back again. You've heard the expression never stop quitting.  How bout never stop blogging! :) I still love that old smile.

 First off...

I haven't blogged in a long time because... hmmmm ... I don't know why. I think the move out of our house... put me in a slump. Not that a grandma could ever SLUMP when her grandchildren are within reach, but slumping is possible when there
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Brody loves those rubbery things that expand in water. This is a lizard and dragon
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Remember the early days of websites. If a site wasn't quite ready for viewing a bright yellow barricade with an Under Construction sign appeared on screen. I haven't seen those lately. I think it's because everything on the net moves so quickly. No waiting. Instant results. I wish moving to
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-ZC7GblmiOZu94w7B4cr72V8Lyk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-ZC7GblmiOZu94w7B4cr72V8Lyk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BpojU/~4/l0ktEIVqINY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2011/06/kenzer-in-summer-dance-class-keeping-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQX04fCp7ImA9WhZVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-1398038474690133947</id><published>2011-05-30T16:38:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:26:00.334-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-30T20:26:00.334-07:00</app:edited><title>Remembering Grandma Peg</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1398038474690133947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5132167407125242524&amp;postID=1398038474690133947" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132167407125242524/posts/default/1398038474690133947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132167407125242524/posts/default/1398038474690133947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BpojU/~3/23wXoFD1vrQ/remembering-grandma-peg.html" title="Remembering Grandma Peg" /><author><name>Nana Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847277796248616365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/S36Fffa6IgI/AAAAAAAACWM/xECKOw8D_mE/S220/2005+from+DVD+011.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNeQOyud9r4/TeQMrqz3NxI/AAAAAAAAC9M/BVsCVfrJRv4/s72-c/037.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Granny Peg
This is my mom's mom in her mink in the late 1950's. That's my sister Jean admiring her. I was hiding behind Peg. My dad was probably trying to get a picture of  her alone. Jean and I never wanted to leave her alone. She meant so much to both of us. We loved being at her house.  She was our respite away from my parents house, which by the time this photo was taken, was full of 'little 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dKy7xuUBrUGpf76hm2gH9t2Pc-s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dKy7xuUBrUGpf76hm2gH9t2Pc-s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BpojU/~4/23wXoFD1vrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering-grandma-peg.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRHg-fSp7ImA9WhZVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-7343827538128266355</id><published>2011-05-24T06:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T06:44:15.655-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T06:44:15.655-07:00</app:edited><title>Sweet Thoughts</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/feeds/7343827538128266355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5132167407125242524&amp;postID=7343827538128266355" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132167407125242524/posts/default/7343827538128266355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132167407125242524/posts/default/7343827538128266355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BpojU/~3/EsLcZtZLTDg/sweet-thoughts.html" title="Sweet Thoughts" /><author><name>Nana Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847277796248616365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/S36Fffa6IgI/AAAAAAAACWM/xECKOw8D_mE/S220/2005+from+DVD+011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Welcome back Nana! I'm talking to myself. The last couple of weeks my blogging moments have been filled with other things to do. Now it's almost June! It's good to typing in the white box. It's good to be saying hello to my visitors. Mostly, it's good to be thinking about Kenzie and Brody.

They're both doing great. 

Kenz is in high gear wrapping up her days at the Montessori schoolhouse. She 
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Kenz and her mom down by the Wharf.
﻿ Our San Francisco trip was almost hard to believe three weeks ago!

 Kenzie was going to do a blog when she was here last Friday, but we got busy with other things. It was more important that we picked out her summer school classes (before they were filled) and then there was her piano lesson, 
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﻿ 

One of the pictures from my son's facebook page.
﻿ I just called Kenzie. How was your weekend, sweetheart?  Great Nana, I love you, have to go. I'm hanging up. I knew she was tired and probably 
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My question is .... Are two year olds supposed to be able to recognize (and say) all the letters in the alphabet upper AND lower case? Are they supposed to spell their name? Brody does. 

Brody will be three in September. When he is five he will miss the deadline to go to 
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Nana is on!

And ...we are breaking into Spring. 

It's already Wednesday! (Yikes!) 

 Kenz and I actually started Spring Breaking on Sunday at the Tucson Book Festival. She got her first American Girl book, a Rebecca one.  I had a blast attending some great lectures with  many different creative peoples. (
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This morning I am looking over my February 2011 pictures cooking up a blog to serve up to the first day of March.

February has certainly been a winter month.
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 The computer displays them in the playroom so Brody will often stop, look at them, wonder about them. That's Denzie Brody, when she was little, just like you!


I have downloaded  
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 The cousins sharing a hug
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 sips of Root Beer
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and holidays 
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Amidst the thorns of life, I wish for Kenz and Brody to be friends... forever.


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In The Playroom 
It's puzzling I study you while you playall wonder and wildyou humming like a songboy enthralled in the woodin pieces of cows and cars in the corn 
Wonder guysweet pumpkin delighthappy tender twomillion dollar smilewhat greater love 
In my nicheshoeless on the playroom floorBears Buzy Day There's a Monster In My ClosetAnd that Grinchhe had a  wonderful awful idea.I have
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A step stool is not for stepping.
﻿ ﻿﻿﻿Today will be Brody's first day of Lunch Bunch. This means he will be staying an extra hour and a half at preschool. The plan is for him to bring his new Toy Story lunch box and enjoy eating with the other two's. After they eat the children go outside to play. I'm hoping  he's ready to do this. He has adapted well to his two mornings a week. No more 
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Vistitng the neighbors
                                                  Angels eating deviled eggs
It's not Pink!ORGANIC
                                                                                                                                                       Bye Santa!
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