It is getting easier.........

I am getting so used to getting up way before Vivi wakes, taking the dog out, and sitting with my first cup of green tea while I wait for her to stir. She has had a huge smile on her face every single morning and it makes you realize why everyone loves happy human beings. Granted, no one smiles all the time but just that peaceful smile has made me very happy for the last 8 days. Even first thing in the morning.

I will miss this although i will still have her a few days a week. It is different. It has been easier because my daughter has done such a good job with her.

It was a little humid this morning...look at the curls!

I would like to know how damaged we all were by the baby food we ate....and (yikes!) served our children. Surely we knew about real food!? Whatever happened to the little jars of sugar laden tapioca? So funny!

earlier every day....

Each day that I actually hear my alarm I manage to get up a few minutes earlier than the day before. It was 6:40 today and it is now 10 pm. This is the latest I've gotten into my bed in a week. I do read once I'm there but my eyes don't stay open very long.

The weather warmed up and so I popped V into the stroller and we did a lot of walking.....with the dog of course.

I did get stopped by someone looking in my neighborhood because they want to downsize, she wants a house, her husband a condo. She LOVES the neighborhood because it's a minute from Saks Fifth Avenue. Priorities! So strange. (It is, literally, a minute. When I had a car accident a few years ago in that mall, the policeman looked at my license and my address, turned to me and said with a straight face"Why didn't you walk over here?")

Vivi spent the day finding new places to get into...see photo, and standing up in the middle of the room for seconds at a time and then laughing and acting very proud of herself. She will not let me help her though. Seems to be independent already, even when she eats. She also has been making a kissing noise with her lips that fascinates her, along with blowing, the way I do on her cereal. Evidently she can only do that with one finger in her mouth...very funny! I spent a lot of time laughing. Must be good for me because I don't look exhausted and sleep deprived. I look happy. I remember feeling this way when I watched Josie. Special times I could never replace and I am so lucky I can do this.

Slept fair last night.....and here is another problem related to how little I know. The sleep sack. I know it is important. I know it is safer than a blanket and keeps Vivi warm, but for some reason the constriction of it around her legs makes me crazy so I keep checking to make sure she isn't twisted up in it or isn't too cold or hot....Atlanta weather doesn't help at all ...one night it's 70, the next it's 30.

Cooked another healthy healthy dinner for all...it went better than yesterday mainly because I decided it would be easier if I ate Good & Plenty's instead of dinner and that way I could just keep waiting on the dog, Marty, and V....and then clean up. To top it off Marty went to Pinkberry and brought me a pomegranate yogurt. It sat well on the candy and it was the small size, so there.

Blurb and other things

I have a book started...It's been started for several years and it is an easy little book. How to make sweaters for little dogs with nice photos, which I can do, to make it a nice gift book. This is the start of one piece (on the little dog, trying to swim her way out of grandchild's arms), cashmere, and it will have stitching, and perhaps a pocket. I love the sweaters, use them all the time myself, why can't I get going on it? It rattles my mind and blows my sensibilities!

During the time that V naps would be a great time to finish this book; but I am knitting a scarf (yes, a silly scarf) for my husband and one that matches J's coat for next winter. NEXT winter, I don't even have to do this now...I shake my head at myself.

Keeping me young...holding these babies close.

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?