One more time

After dinner, we took the grandkids for ice cream and to see grandma great. At the dugway, Lori saw an accident so she and the kids stayed behind to testify to what they had seen. Thus, Zach, Halle, Steve and I had lots of time at Aggie Ice Cream waiting for them to come. Halle's only requirement for ice cream was that it be yellow. While lemon was the yellowest, we opted for vanilla to be safe. She was more interested in playing outside on the cement wall along the stairway than she was on eating ice cream. She would walk down the stairs, get a lift from Grandma to the top of the cement wall, and then walk up holding onto the railing with both hands. At the top, she would hold onto Grandpa and jump down. Each time she would hold her pointer finger up to her face and say, "One more time". Other kids were attempting the same thing and would say, "Mom, watch me". Halle would mimic, "Mom, watch me!" - even though her mother was still running Ragnar.

As we visited Grandma Great, Halle was everywhere - discovering things I never knew were there - the pastry brushes hanging inside the cupboard, the dish towels drying on the racks in the closet, the package of Chex Mix stowed in a lower cupboard. She would pull something out of the bag, name it, and then run to ask Grandma Great if she could eat it. Pretty cute!