'Amanda Lucianne Groce'

Amanda is my oldest granddaughter. She is Sarah's second child. I always call her 'Marilyn Monroe' because she is so quiet and speaks in such a whispery voice. I have quite a few little stories about Amanda. I will share them. When she was smaller she fell and broke her arm. They only lived down the street from me, within walking distance, so I was there more often then now. I went down the street to visit and she came out the door to greet me with a cast on her arm. I bent down and hugged her and said, "Oh, you poor baby. Where was your guardian Angel when you needed him?" She looked up at me and replied, "He was riding his bike." So.... I guess her big brother Tyler was considered her guardian angel. I laughed and had to tell everybody about it. including Tyler. I tell him all the time not to forget that he is Amanda's guardian angel. There's really only a couple of years difference in their ages, so it was probably a pretty heavy assignment for a little guy who was so busy having fun. Another time was when she insisted on helping me peel potatos in my kitchen. I think she was probably about 10 or 11. I really didn't want her to help me, because being the worry wart grandma that I am, I didn't want her to get cut. She insisted, saying she helps mama all the time. So, I gave in. We had just begun and sure enough, she cut her hand pretty good. She hadn't even noticed 'til I said, "Oh Amanda!" She looked at her hand and ask, "What happened?" "You cut your hand, honey." Before I could even get her hand under water, she fainted right on my kitchen floor. Naturally I sent for her mama promptly! LOL. By the time Sarah made it up the hill Manda was sitting at the kitchen table with her hand rapped up.... Then of course there was the time that I saw Manda's temper for the very first time! She was probably about 4 or 5. Maybe not even that old. Sarah had come up the hill with the children. They were all on the deck playing along with Davy and Matt. There was one of those helium balloons tied to the rail of the deck. I think it was a birthday balloon. I don't remember. I untied it so they could play with it. Everything was fine for the first 5 minutes or so. Suddenly they all started fighting over the balloon. Sarah took the balloon and tied it back up. All the other children forgot about it and went on to do something else, but Amanda persisted. She continued to beg for the balloon. Her mama would tell her no. She was throwing the worst tantrum that I had ever seen! Then she'd wipe her eyes and look up at me and smile. She'd say, "I love you grandma." I'd reply, "I love you too, Manda." Then she'd smile and ask, "Please, Can I have the balloon?" I'd have to say, "No Amanda, I'm sorry, but mama said no." She would suddenly let out the most terrible yells and sobs possible. She would roll all over the deck and sob like she was dying. It must have lasted half an hour or longer. I was in shock. I had never seen her or any of my grandbabies act that way. Well, Amanda is a big girl now. I'm sure the tantrums are gone. I hope. She's a beautiful girl. She even has a steady beau! He seems to be a very sweet boy. I like him. I hope that some day she has a little fainting, fit throwing, brown eyed doll just like her. See ya Later, with more grandbaby's to show off.