I just got home a few minutes ago. Brushed my teeth, put on my pjs and crawled into bed.
Then I realized I had not blogged today!
It is 11:06 p.m. I spent most of the day with my daughter and granddaughter. Her husband is back to work, and my daughter is needing help adjusting to new motherhood. She is doing amazingly well, but my little granddaughter must be going through a growth spurt. Eating every few hours. Apparently like a wild beast! When I arrived this morning, my daughter was looking quite pale. I took the monster baby, changed her and sat with her on the rocking chair. She cooed and smiled up at me with a toothless, charming grin.
"A-goo!" she said.
"Don't let her fool you", my daughter mumbled as she stumbled out of her bedroom to take a shower.
After a few minutes of baby talk, Grace started to fuss. I burped her. Got out the piano keyboard and played some blues - her favorite. Her eyes got big. She stopped fussing. For maybe ten minutes. Then she started grunting a puckering up her cute little face.
I stood up and started singing and dancing with her. She loves "The Bunny Hop"! That kept her happy.
For another 10 minutes or so.
Right about the time my daughter finished her shower, Grace was in full blown hungry beast mode.
"I think she would like a table for one at the Mama Cafe", I smiled, handing the little monster baby to her mom.
My daughter smoke weakly. "Welcome to my world!", she grinned.
We both laughed. She fed Gracie while I went outside with my hoop.
Today was another good hoop day! I do believe I am getting some moves down!
After my hoop session, we gave Miss Gracie a bath. She was in a good, calm place after breakfast and bath. So we decided to go out to lunch and then to the laundromat.
We has a great time! After her fussy morning, she took a long nap. My daughter was able to relax with me there to help. It was hard work, but I have told my daughter that live involves sacrifice. I put her needs before mine when she was a baby, and now we are putting Gracie first.
My son called while we were at lunch. We decided to get together with him later.
It warmed my heart to see my adult son hold his baby niece. And as my son and daughter sat across from each other, catching up over curly fries at Arbey's, I thought my heart would burst.
It reminded me of their childhood. They never had much sibling rivalry. They were always close. My daughter was like a little mother to her baby brother. That bond is still there.
Our lives have sometimes been very difficult. I guess you'd categorize us as "the working poor".
But there has always been a lot of love. And sacrifice. Mostly giving up our time and ourselves for each other. Baby Grace is a lucky little girl!
As usual, I have so many more thoughts. But I need to turn them off and go to sleep.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Happy Tuesday!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is today's hooping video: Day 122!
Then I realized I had not blogged today!
It is 11:06 p.m. I spent most of the day with my daughter and granddaughter. Her husband is back to work, and my daughter is needing help adjusting to new motherhood. She is doing amazingly well, but my little granddaughter must be going through a growth spurt. Eating every few hours. Apparently like a wild beast! When I arrived this morning, my daughter was looking quite pale. I took the monster baby, changed her and sat with her on the rocking chair. She cooed and smiled up at me with a toothless, charming grin.
"A-goo!" she said.
"Don't let her fool you", my daughter mumbled as she stumbled out of her bedroom to take a shower.
After a few minutes of baby talk, Grace started to fuss. I burped her. Got out the piano keyboard and played some blues - her favorite. Her eyes got big. She stopped fussing. For maybe ten minutes. Then she started grunting a puckering up her cute little face.
I stood up and started singing and dancing with her. She loves "The Bunny Hop"! That kept her happy.
For another 10 minutes or so.
Right about the time my daughter finished her shower, Grace was in full blown hungry beast mode.
"I think she would like a table for one at the Mama Cafe", I smiled, handing the little monster baby to her mom.
My daughter smoke weakly. "Welcome to my world!", she grinned.
We both laughed. She fed Gracie while I went outside with my hoop.
Today was another good hoop day! I do believe I am getting some moves down!
After my hoop session, we gave Miss Gracie a bath. She was in a good, calm place after breakfast and bath. So we decided to go out to lunch and then to the laundromat.
We has a great time! After her fussy morning, she took a long nap. My daughter was able to relax with me there to help. It was hard work, but I have told my daughter that live involves sacrifice. I put her needs before mine when she was a baby, and now we are putting Gracie first.
My son called while we were at lunch. We decided to get together with him later.
It warmed my heart to see my adult son hold his baby niece. And as my son and daughter sat across from each other, catching up over curly fries at Arbey's, I thought my heart would burst.
It reminded me of their childhood. They never had much sibling rivalry. They were always close. My daughter was like a little mother to her baby brother. That bond is still there.
Our lives have sometimes been very difficult. I guess you'd categorize us as "the working poor".
But there has always been a lot of love. And sacrifice. Mostly giving up our time and ourselves for each other. Baby Grace is a lucky little girl!
As usual, I have so many more thoughts. But I need to turn them off and go to sleep.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Happy Tuesday!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is today's hooping video: Day 122!
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