It's quite possible that my sister deserves sainthood. Peyton came with my Mom this past weekend to stay with me while Steve was out of town. How can one child have so much energy? Not just energy - how can one child talk so, so, so very much? And don't get me wrong. She was good - she really was. And she's cute as a button. But I have never seen a child who could talk - and go - as much as she did. I really think the only time her mouth wasn't moving the entire weekend was when she was asleep. She didn't let eating keep her from talking. She didn't let TV keep her from talking. She didn't let not having anything to say keep her from talking. Once Grayson went to bed and my Mom went up to shower I suggested that Peyton sing me a few songs. Not knowing the words didn't keep her from talking either. One song went something like this..."chair on the floor, fork, leaves up in the tree, light of mine, sleep in the bed, Nana, pink skirt, shopping, etc." I swear she says whatever thought flashes through her head just to be speaking. She makes me tired. I don't know how my sister does it. Oh wait - Kim was just like this. Perhaps that explains it.
So silence and rest were not a part of the weekend, but we did have fun at the park. Here's Peyton on the rope escape with Grayson in awe above.
My Mom with Grayson and Peyton.
Peyton and Grayson decorated and baked cookies! Of course, Grayson wouldn't eat any once they were cooked but he still had fun making them!
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What are you trying to say? My child is hyper? Maybe we need to take a visit to Dr. Malcolm for another prescription of Vyvance! :o) Thanks for letting her come and I am glad I have made it into your version of sainthood.
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