The Peanut
A couple of weeks ago I started taking Haven for overnight visits and things have gone very well. Although when she was immobile, she was much easier to care for in that I could place her in one spot when I went to the bathroom and when I'd return, she'd still be there. Now I have to take her with me because OhMyGawd if she's not in the same room as me all the time, she gets a bit crabby and will let me know of her unhappiness. I'm not complaining at all. I just wonder how the hell I managed way back when I had three little ones and nature called, or even how I got stuff done in general.
The good part about mobility is that she's tons more fun. I love getting down on the floor and just watching her play and playing with her.
She loves boxes and size does not matter. She will use that box to put things in and take things out, climb on and off, stand up and push it all around the house. Who needs real toys?
I get the biggest kick when she follows me from room to room, sometimes with a big silly grin on her face, snorting like a bull charging a matador. I'll shout out, "Oh no, here comes Snorty-Buckwalter!", which makes her collapse mid-crawl with laughter.She likes to share now. Whatever she is eating, she'll stick her little hand out and offer you some first. And since she started eating big people food she's gained a pound or two. Her thighs actually have a couple of rolls and she's getting a double chin.
Things I forgot about that Haven has reminded me of:
Seeing things through her eyes; The simplest things in life can bring big joy like the sound of a wind-chime or watching bubbles form and pop in a puddle when it's raining, or the soft tickle of a cat's tail swishing gently on your arms.
Babies lick everything, EVERYTHING!
Babies are fast. The are capable of slapping a spoonful of oatmeal out of your hand before you can say, "oh shit".
Just because a size 2 diaper fits them comfortably, does not mean it will contain all they have to offer.
Bubble baths are awesome.
Babies like to eat bubbles.
Messiness isn't the end of the world and housework is over-rated.
When our visit ends and I bring her home, the first questions my daughter asks is, "How was she? Was she good?" My response is always the same. "How on earth can she be anything but good? Ask me when she's two".
3 comments:
So, Haven is your granddaughter.
Maybe it is because in your photo you look like a pretty girl I knew in high school, maybe it's your youthful writing style...but I have always thought of you as mid-20's. Wow. Some of your children aren't even mid-20's.
Your grandbaby is a-freakin-dorable. And I'm figuring you were 11 when you had her mother.
That's just wrong.
Imez,
Thank you for all the compliments. Can I adopt you?
Eleven? Wow, no. Although I'm sure somebody out there holds that title. Add 6 to your 11 when I had my oldest son and my daughter (middle child)is 25. Youngest son is 23.
I guess age is really just a state of mind. I don't ever want to become my mother so I try to stay young at heart.
Hey lady- everything o.k. there?
I keep checking back, but no one is home. Do I need to mail you a bundt cake or something?
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