Oh My God. It is the middle of the day, I have been up and down the stairs carrying my 20 pound beautiful grandchild so many times that I KNOW I will be able to ski this year. My legs are strong and my arms...well, 20 pounds!
V has a cold, I am going from her play/sleep room to the living room, to the storage areas trying to find things to make her forget her nose. This lovely little nose is running like a triathlete. I know she is miserable. I forgot how to help this, I just want to rock her but that seems to make her more uncomfortable, so I have pulled out every toy that is safe for her 9 months that she has not yet seen. Toys left over from 8 years ago when I was already probably too old to do this. Aren't grand children supposed to come in bunches, all around the same time so you are never really too old and then you can give the toys and burp pads away? This picture was taken by my first granddaughter when she was 1, ok, I let her push the button, but she was completely taking pictures shortly after that. Honest, or so I remember. Anyway, these are the toys. All I know is that I cannot wait until bedtime and this precious child probably feels the same. Her Mom will be coming to snatch her away soon. Today I will be glad, she will be happier in her own house. Aren't we all when we're sick?