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Grandma's girl

Both of you girls are mama's girls. You prefer me over your dad (which breaks his heart by the way!) But even I do not hold a candle to Grandma.

Kaybree loves all her grandmas. You get excited to see them. But Eisley REALLY loves her grandmas. Especially Grandma Duck (my mom.) It is so fun seeing you get excited. You get REALLY excited. And when you get excited every limb goes nuts and there's often screaming involved.

I wish I would have recorded one incident the other day. I brought you over to Aunt Amy's house to play and laid Eisley down in the crib for a nap. Grandma came home while Eisley was alseep. When it was time for us to leave, Grandma wanted to say hi to Eisley so we snuck into the room and Grandma picked up Eisley, who was still sleeping.
You woke up slowly and very slowly you began to register who was holding you. Your excitement starts in your feet with just the tiniest twitch. As you see more of Grandma your ankles start moving. When you're pretty sure it's Grandma your legs start kicking. When you realize it is for sure Grandma you are full on, kicking your legs with full strength, your arms are flapping and grabbing Grandma's shirt so you can bury your face in her shoulder and you're screaming your excitement, even with a binky in your mouth.
It's like the happiness spreads up your legs and through your body. Your legs looked like a dog's tail at that moment. Wagging slowly at first and then completely uncontrollable.

I need to take more photos of the two of you together. It shouldn't be too hard--you insist on being held by her any time you see her!


You get excited like that any time you see Grandma Duck but usually you're wide awake so it's much more sudden. The happiness registers all at once and you instantly reach for her (or leap/fall toward her if you're in my arms). You give a similar reaction to Grandma Bonnie. Poor Grandma Vance doesn't see you often enough to illicit the same response but at least you like her. You also favor Shaunelle (there have been a few times when you scream out loud when you see her. It makes me laugh so much) and Lexis. You give big smiles to David (which is rare because you are not very nice to many men--Grandpa Vance is not even allowed to sit by you in the car), Stryker and Brittany.

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