KiKi’s Turn: Color table

Sometimes I let KiKi tell some stories on my page. She did some fun things today when I was at school.  Mommy will tell you about it.
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After we dropped Braska off today, since I’m working this evening and not this morning as has been the recent schedule, Kinlee and I headed to Once Upon a Child to see if we could find a pair of jeans that would magically fit Braska around AND not be too short. Tall order for Miss Skinny Buns.

Anyway, while we were there, Kinlee saw a neat little art table and chair and said she “needed” to take it home.  I told her we already had a VERY similar table in the basement that we had been saving for when the girls were ready to use it.  Grammy brought it last year for them.  I told her that if she wanted to we would go get it from downstairs when we got home, and she could try it out.

So we headed home, and she went down to the storage area in the basement and helped me bring this back up.  Well, she climbed the stairs while I carried the table and chair.  But once back in the kitchen, she did actually help to carry it.  Complete with grunts and groans about how heavy it was and how strong she was “for a little girl.”

She decided where she wanted it in the newly cleaned and purged playroom, and I grabbed a coloring book and a few crayons to demonstrate how handy the drawer can be.  She isn’t a big coloring fan, but she’ll sit still long enough to scribble a little here and there.

Still…she is a big fan of the table. And she sat and colored for a few minutes, which is longer than I’ve seen her do in a very long time.

Here’s a little video clip of the art table experience today… admittedly mostly interesting to grandparents, aunties, uncles, and the like.  She wasn’t feeling very talkative, as is her norm when the camera is around.

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If you watched the video above, you saw the random declaration at the end of the clip… hence the following pictures…  I handed her the banana, she walked out of the kitchen, and when I looked for her a minute later, here she was.

I think she likes it, Grammy.