Grandgirl and Offspring #1 were here for a week and we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day together, along with Offspring #2. Throughout the week Grandgirl and I went to the park, played on the swing, wrote on the sidewalk with chalk, made cookies, and attended multiple tea parties for two. Who knew that a kitchen sink full of water and a few utensils could be so much fun?! And let me say, there is no other child on the planet that I would let blow bubbles over my hard wood floors. But hey, I knew it was nothing a mop couldn’t clean up...eventually. (No time for silliness like cleaning while she was visiting. I had Playdoh triangles to build!!) Apparently, the child had never experienced the pleasure of cookie dough. As a result, we may need to research a toddler 12 step program for her addiction.
We danced and cheered at the news that Peyton Manning had become a Denver Bronco. Clearly, Grandgirl needs to come out of her shell, but truly, we're working on that:
What did I shop for when I didn't look for little pink clothes for Grandgirl? Were my own really the only shoes I ever bought?? What did I do at the end of a crummy day before I had Grandgirl to sing “You are My Sunshine” with me? Was there actually a time when I didn't think Elmo was funny? When eating cookies for breakfast was not acceptable? When I didn’t find barrettes and hair bows in my pockets? Doesn’t everyone stockpile Playdoh?
What a boring life it must have been pre-Grandgirl. I just don’t remember for sure.
In Bliss, Shugie
A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do.
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