Grandma Case

"Mom...Mom...Mom...are we going to Mama Loulou's house?" "Yes we are" my mom said. I love going to Mama Loulou's house because, she is my grandma I love and adore her very much. She is one of very few people that was there the day I was born on September 3rd 1993. Her name is Marylou Salinas but I call her Mama Loulou because I didn't know how to say Marylou when I was two years old. Going to her house in San Antonio has to be one of my favorite places to be at. It is my favorite place to be at because every time I come over I catch myself reminiscing the past. The past at her house were the days of my life as an infant.

Every time my parents had to go work they would always drop me off at my grandma's house. I was usually dressed in a small red and white shirt with some overalls. I kinda' looked like the baby from the movie Baby's Day Out. My grandma would always comfort me and take care of me whenever I was cryin' bloody murder. All she would have to do is give me a pacifier or hand me my stuffed animal named Simba and put the Lion King movie on. As soon as the movie begins I would stop crying and start smiling and laughing like a normal baby. There was literally nothing else that could make me feel that way when I was little. I actually tried singing along with the movie but sadly every time I was singing all you could hear is, "Baa baaa boo boo". I would watch this movie over and over again until I had mastered every line they said in the movie. My favorite part in the whole movie is when Simba came across Timon (a merekat) and Pumba (a warthog) singing "Hakuna Matata" which means no worries. If you saw me from a distance it would look like I was hypnotized by the movie. Simply because I would just sit in front of the TV and stare at it until the movie was finally over.

After the movie was over Mama Loulou would then take me to my crawler which is the little cradle with wheels and I would move around in it with a basketball in my hand. I would roll around the house with that basketball in my hand and throw it all over the place and chase after it. Mama Loulou said it was all right with her as long as I didn't break anything in the house-a typical rule in a house. Luckily nothing was broken in the time being. Usually when Mama Loulou had to watch me, something managed to end up on floor broken or completely shattered into a million pieces.

Later in the day Mama Loulou had to chase after me because it was my bath time. I always gave her a difficult time simply because I didn't like the soap getting into my little itty bitty brown eyes. I happened to be one of those babies that would squirm around to break free but obviously that never worked for me. Mama Loulou started humming a nice beautiful lullaby that actually managed to calm my crazy self down. It was like an angel's voice singing to me. My grandma can sing. Sooner or later

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