Friday, June 27, 2008

Being Grammy J

So we arrived home Sunday afternoon from our rock 'n roll weekend in LA - playing in the sand at Venice Beach and attending a thrilling production of The Who's Tommy - and within 24 hours I was on a plane to Ohio to babysit Darling Granddaughter while her Mum attends a YW High Adventure Activity.

Oh, sure, Mama's doing exciting things like rock climbing and hiking and crawling around in a cave and sleeping in a tent - but I'm having my own High Adventure with an eleven month old baby girl.

She misses her parents. It breaks my heart when she crawls to the garage/kitchen door and wails for Mama or scoots to the front door searching for Daddy, who spends long, grueling days in his medical school rotations.

"It's just you and me, kid," I tell her when Daddy leaves for the day.

I have discovered that my attention span is shorter than hers. She can play hide-and-seek and peek-a-boo longer than I can.

And when she naps, her exhausted High Adventure Grammy naps, too.

This evening, after a splashy bath, clean diaper, PJs, sweet-smelling baby lotion and the one bottle she is allowed per day (Grammy has her Instructions) Darling Granddaughter smiles and looks up at me with her frank, round blue eyes.

Did I mention she has her Daddy's eyes?


Shirley Bahlmann said...

Oh, what a doll-baby! And the more time you spend with her, the more she won't be able to do without her Grammy-J.

Candace E. Salima said...

Ah, sounds like you're having a marvelous time, if exhausting. She's absolutely adorable.

Beryl Singleton Bissell said...

So quickly they pass, these precious days that leave you exhausted though exhilarated, loving every moment yet watching that door along with the little one.