My grand baby girl has gone home. She was here since Tuesday.
I have to say, she was a sweetheart almost the whole time.
The couple of times she got cranky, was when she was overtired, and ready for bed.
We took our bikes down to the canal, to do a little bike riding.
It was educational, too. Sometime this summer, we are coming back down here to watch a boat go through the locks.
Yes, I do have trouble not "thinking" about the work I "think" I "should" be doing.
But on the other hand, I know what's most important to me. And I schedule the important stuff, no matter how much my inner critic bitches at me.
And this little girl is important. Spending time with her, and my other grandchildren, means everything to me.
Look, Mimi.......you live here, and I live HERE.
She is a very intense little girl, and engaging her takes a lot of energy.
Last night, I taught her how to play chess. I thought it would be difficult to explain it all to her, and figured I would have to go over and over it.
She not only got it right away, she remembered most of what I told her, and only had to be reminded a couple of times.
We played, I won, and I was acutely aware that one day soon, she will be beating me.
She asked about her Easter eggs, remember those, a couple of weeks ago??? I told her we ate them.
She was horrified.
So we colored more eggs.
I always told my kids that the Easter bunny got run over on the state highway, and they weren't getting any baskets with green grass at my house. My mother did that stuff for them. They knew how I felt about it. I did the Santa thing, but the Easter bunny.
And I never, ever colored Easter eggs, never.
Until now. And I've colored them twice in a month.
I guess that means that I'm lost.
I'm a fool for my grandchildren.
I never thought.
It would happen to me.
But it has.
Can you blame me?
Look at that face.
And now for some quiet time.
Do we have fishing poles????