Waffles and Ice Cream

Friday evening the little ones and I had dinner with Mini Momma and Grandma. I was surprised that Grandma only brought Mini Momma because usually other family members tag along, which is  nice. Chica Marie was stuck to her sisters side the entire meal. Love Bug remember the last time we met there for breakfast and insisted he have a waffle again. And, like last time, he whined and cried until the waffle came out. Then, he ate his sister’s dinner, which was chicken fingers and French fries. Grandma has brought along gifts for the kids and we had something for Mini Momma and Grandma. Chica Marie got one of the lol surprise things and needed help figuring out how to open it. We had gotten Mini Momma a bunch of spa things for her to relax and unwind. Love Bug got a large fire truck, which made noise. He really wanted to take it out of the packaging but we didn’t have a way to cut it out, so he had to wait until we got home. After the kids barely ate their dinner, Grandma ordered them ice cream and taught Love Bug the joy of waffles and ice cream. It was adorable how he imitated her mm-mm-mmm-mmm-mm noise as he tried his first bite. He even made me try it.

 

Mini Momma begged to allow Chica Marie to get the ap hangouts so they could video call one another. After talking to Primero about it, I decided it would not be safe for Chica Marie, so we will need to think of another way for them to chat. Mini Momma doesn’t seem to understand the age gap between herself and Chica Marie. Mini Momma is a tween, on the brink of puberty and all that jazz. Chica Marie is still a little girl and I plan on her being a little girl for as long as possible. Not that I am trying to keep her from growing up, I just want her to stay age-appropriate in a world trying to make her into a little woman. I want her to play with dolls and believe in Santa for as long as possible. Soon enough Chica Marie will be a tween and then teenager, so I’m trying to keep her sweet innocence for as long as possible. It isn’t easy and it is especially difficult since Mini Momma and Grandma both seem to see her as older than she is. Not only is Chica Marie four years younger than Mini Momma, she is also emotionally a little younger than that. So, she needs some time to catch up and I won’t have her rushed. So, if she can’t video chat on her new tablet with her sister, so be it. They will have to talk in person or through my phone.

 

I am glad that both sisters have seemed to out-grow the tears and hysterical crying they had at every parting in the past. It always seemed to sour the end of the visit when one or both girls were wailing at their parting. Chica Marie did pout but a promise from me and Grandma that we would look at our calendars and see when we could arrange another meeting seemed to turn her frown upside down. All-in-all it was a good visit.