I woke up the morning of the trip with a raging migraine and came home with a cold. Yep. Them's the breaks. But there was a lot of good stuff in between.
My daughter's children are delightful. And I got every grandmother's dream---lots of one on one time. The kids took turns spending the night with Grammie. It was totally awesome as Dash would say. They came back to the hotel with me and then we had a lovely breakfast together in the morning. Pretty cool. I really appreciated having them alone because you can really listen to what they're saying and because you can make sure that their needs are met and that they are happy.
The kids were so different. I asked them to be quiet in the hotel halls so that we didn't disturb other guests and they were excellent at that. But they all went down the halls differently. In the halls there were tall skinny windows in alcoves and the oldest girl, C, couldn't pass them by without looking through. The six-year-old S had to step on just one color in the wildly patterned carpet. He wasn't obsessive about it and had to change colors several times down the hall but it was a great game (one that Catherine played sometimes too-I was tempted myself) and one that he would give up if I got ahead of him. Four-year-old J would run in spurts and remember to let me catch up. Pretty funny. Two almost three-year-old J didn't spend the night but she came to the hotel often to swim. She went down the halls on tiptoe like a fairy princess. E, the eight-month-old, didn't get much floor time in the halls as he is just army crawling but he is probably the most unlike of all the children. For one thing, he's big. The rest are small for their age. He has huge hands and feet. And he's not really lovey dovey. My daughter's kids up to this point have been natural cuddlers. And he is so active. It's constant movement with this boy. It's like holding an orangutan. He's adorable but he can flat wear you out. And so good natured. He was always ready to return a smile even if he was really unhappy about something.
It was beyond wonderful to see my granddaughter in the baptism dress I had made for her oldest aunt. That dress baptized so many little girls, I lost count. And it still looks new. She looked like an angel in it.
Pix are coming but right now I'm going back to bed. I'm coughing my head off and need a rest.
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I just have to say that the dress looks new due to the magical powers of polyester. Wish I could have been there. And I'm feeling nostalgic hearing about the very active infant! M was such a crazy baby, but hey, he's a normal kid, so hyperactivity is probably not on the horizon :)
I made it out of polyester on purpose. The stuff is indestructible, not see-through even when wet and doesn't turn yellow. I even used polyester lace so it all matches. She looked absolutely gorgeous in it. Wish you had been there too as well as Grandpa Bond. Maybe for the next one.
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