Jelly Book - Volume 13

I've been keeping a Jelly Book since Gianna was a baby.  It's just a compilation of fun things Gianna says and does that I want to remember. I've been so horrible about recording things lately. If some sound familiar, I pulled some off my FB homepage. All the entries from the beginning  can be found HERE.

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G: Mommy, can I eat some goldfish?

Me: Not right now, we are getting ready to eat lunch.

G: Well, you know what? The angel of The Lord just told me that every princess like myself should eat goldfish at this time everyday. *smirk*
Me: Well, you tell the Angel of The Lord that he might want to run those declarations by me first. 

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I told Gianna once that I knew my guardian angel's name was Sebastian.  I told her the story of how I prayed about it and how it was revealed to me.   About a week later this conversation occurred:

G: "Mommy! I was just in the other room and God gave me a sign and he told me my guardian angel's name!"
Me: "Really? (Cautiously curious.)  And what is it?"

G: *stammer*stutter* "Ummm....it's Banana."
Me: "You had me going for a minute there, Gianna."

G:  (As serious as she could be....) Hey, I wonder if Sebastian and Banana are friends?"

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Me:  Hey Gianna, it's time to get ready for bed.

G:  OK

This is how she returned....

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Gianna:  I cannot believe tomorrow is Ash Wednesday!  I am SO excited.

Me:  That's a good thing to be excited about.

G: But it is a little nervousing to have burning ashes on me.

Me:  They already burned the palm leaves to get the ashes.  It's no longer burning, Gianna.

G: So, you're telling me it's blessed SOOT?

Me:  Well, I supposed you could say that.

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Gianna was sitting in her Kindergarten class and I was helping in her classroom.  She motioned me over and whispered....

G:  Mommy, you see Brian? (Name's been changed to protect the innocent.)

Me:  (Nonchalantly peeking over her shoulder) Yes.

G:  Look what he's doing?

Me:  I'm looking.  I don't see anything.

G:  Just keep looking.

(after a few seconds, Brian starts picking his nose.)

G:  You see that?

Me:  Yes, Gianna, but that's not nice to point out.

G: Mommy! (She said in a nervous panic.) I think I might have taught him that!

Me:  Well, you see!  Mommy's been trying to tell you picking your nose is not a good idea.  You might want to start setting a good example. 

Ha.

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Gianna asked me what I did when she was at school.  I started by saying I had coffee with a good friend.

G:  Oh!  I know. I bet you went to Starbursts!
Me:  Nope. Wasn't Starbursts.....or even StarBUCKS. :)

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We are usually at school when the gates open, but one day we got there later than our usual early bird time.  Gianna got a little nervous.  

G:  Mommy, the gates are already open!  Did the 'toody' bell already ring?

Me;  No, baby, the TARDY bell didn't ring.

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Seeing many little boys in boy scout uniforms at school, and having talked to a few as to all the fun activities they did. Gianna mentioned that she would like to become a Boy Scout.

Me:  Well, Gianna, that's just for boys.  You DO know that there are Girl Scouts, right?

G:  Yeah, but all they do is sell cookies.

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Gianna started piano lessons a few weeks ago.  She was so excited.  When I dropped her off she told me:

G: I can't wait to til I get out and I can play the Ave Maria for you.

Me:  Oh my, GIanna, I don't think you'll be able to pl.....um...uh...yeah, I can't wait!

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On Wednesdays, we drive straight from school to McNeese for piano.  I realized last time that I need to make a point to find a bathroom before we go in for the lesson.  I did so and as I returned to pick her up, I saw this assistant teacher open their door and usher Gianna out. "Oh," he said, "she has to go to the bathroom."

Me:  Um, no she doesn't, I took her less than an hour ago.  She's good.  (Giving Gianna 'the eye' and frustrated that she was trying to pull the wool over his eyes.

G:  Oh, I don't have to GO to the bathroom, but I have to do something in there. Mommy, can I tell you something in your ear?

(I bent down and she whispered...)

G:  He gave me this cool sticker and I wanted to put it on my stomach but I didn't want to do it in front of him.  Aren't you glad I was being modest?

Me:  Gianna, go back to your lesson!

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Gianna recently received a birthday party invitation from a classmate.

She was so excited until she saw the graphic on the invite.

It looked something similar to this....

Gianna's eyes grew large and said, "What does this mean?  Is this a swinging the bat party?"

Me:  (Already knowing where her head was.)  How cool, GIanna, it's a softball theme!

G:  You have GOT to be kidding me. Are you serious?

Me:  What?  (I would have TOTALLY felt the same way, but i was trying to be positive.)

G:  It's a birthday party and we have to swing a bat?

Me:  Look, it says to bring a swim suit and a towel.

G:  Oh, good. OK, I'll go.

(I swear the girl has my DNA)

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Gianna is almost always in a dress or coordinated outfit ~ mostly because we've inherited the most fabulous hand-me-downs over the years, but also because that's her preference.  Every now and then she wears 'regular' clothes and it's just so funny for both of us.  It's almost like a costume for her.  Like the morning last weekend when she wanted to "dress up" like a jogger.

When she put her tennis shoes on (which she really NEVER wears) she 

Oh my goodness!  Look how tall I am!  I can't believe this.  I think I can see the Eiffel Tower from here!

Ha!

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She got a paper cut the other day.  There was a dramatic reaction.  I tried to acknowledge how much they hurt and assure her that it would go away soon.

G:  You have NO idea how much this hurts.

Me:  I really think I do.  I've had a lot of paper cuts. I know they really hurt.

G:  Oh yeah, but I my cut is so bad, I can even see my bone in the middle of my finger!

Me:  Well, that sounds pretty severe. You think a band-aid will help?

G:  Oh yeah! 

 No mention of the paper cut again.

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Gianna has made friends with the principal (a woman) and the vice principal (a man) at her school.  She always greets them both with a hug and enters at least a short chat with them.  One day, upon entering the gates of the school we came upon both of them finishing a conversation and then they parted ways.

Gianna gave Ms. Wallwork a hug and they began their chat:

G:  Well, hi, Mrs. Walwork.

MW:  Hi Gianna, how was your weekend?

G: It was good.  I was wondering....are you and Mr. Crosby (Vice Principal) good friends?

MW:  (Pausing thoughtfully) Well, yes, Gianna, I supposed we are good friends.

G:  Oh, well my friend, Cara and I were wondering if maybe you and he were dating.

Me:  *****MORTIFIED*****

MW:  Giggling.  No, we are not dating.  I don't think Mr. Crosby's wife would think too well of that.

Didn't see that one coming.

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Math word problem Gianna wrote for me while playing teacher....

After correctly solving the problem, she got her red pen and happily marked my work wrong.
Me:  Gianna that's the right answer!
G:  Yeah well, you were supposed to copy the words, not just do the math.

Anyone looking for a Common Core math teacher?  She could be paid in donut holes.

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At a birthday party for a sweet little one year old, Gianna had people giving her tours, fixing her food, and catering to her every whim.  After not seeing her for a while, she appeared with precious 3 year old boy excitedly exclaiming in one long breath, "Hey Mommy, I just met one of my best friends, Griffin. Here he is. I'd llike to introduce you to him.  This is his Daddy and they are going outside to play and I'd like to go with them --- is that okay?"  

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We went to a baby shower and Gianna asked the expectant mom,

G: Are you getting cut open or are you going to push it out?

EM:  (Shocked) Oh, well, um....I am planning on pushing it out.

G:  Oh, it seems like that's going to hurt. Is it?

EM:  Well, they tell me it is.  But it won't last too long.

G:  So what is your baby eating inside of you.

EM:  Well, whatever I eat right now.

G: So does your baby pee in you?

EM:  Um....well....(looking to her sister in law who happens to be an MD)  Does the baby pee inside of me?
EM's MD sis:  Why yes, the baby does pee inside of her!
G:  So where does the pee go?  
EM's MD sis:  Well, actually it's sterile, so it's actually ingested by the baby.

Me:  Hey Gianna, let's get some cake.

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I may have mentioned that I enthusiastically bought a Summer Bridge Workbook (bridging the Kindergarten year to First Grade) which is basically a daily homework summer assignment.  Gianna's enthusiasm did not match mine and it was a daily struggle the ENTIRE summer.
One of the first days we worked on it, I was called to help do some clean up outside following a storm.

Gianna was ticked off at me and opened the front door to, not-so-lovingly, yell at me to check my room.  I was nervous to discover what she had done, but found this little gem waiting for me.

Well, at least she practiced her handwriting.

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We've had some very peculiar weather this year in our neck of the woods. At the start of school we had a series of bizarre and severe storms - which didn't help Gianna's adjustment to school.  Anyway, one day when I picked her up after school following a horrendous storm, Gianna got in the car and said, "Well, I wonder who woke the angry Giant?"  
Me:  What?  Gianna, I have no idea what that means.
G:  I mean, who woke the Giant?  You know, the ANGRY GIANT? 

Let me take a little detour here and give you a little back story.

Living in SW Louisiana, we are always bracing for the possibility of hurricanes hitting our area.  Almost every Catholic church in our diocese regularly prays this Prayer for Safety in Hurricanes.  From June to the end of October, we have heard/prayed it very often, so much so that Gianna is very familiar with the eloquent text. There is a particular verse that goes like this.

"The Gulf, like a provoked and angry giant, 

Can awake from its seeming lethargy, overstep 
Its conventional boundaries, invade our land, 

And spread chaos and disaster. "

When I finally realized the connection she made to the prayer, I couldn't stop laughing.
Well, at least she's paying attention at Mass!!!