The grands were over and everything is out. I’m busy cleaning up Mickey Mouse waffles and finding slime ingredients.
Then they leave and it’s quiet. Quiet like I haven’t heard for quite awhile.
I’m cleaning up and I find this picture. 🙂 I call all my grands poops.
I guess sisters call their little brothers poops too.
Have a great day,
— Namaste
A few weekends ago, I drove two of my kids and two grandkids to a family wedding.  It was at least two hours away and to avoid a night drive, we stayed overnight in a hotel. 
It was so fun to experience the sheer joy the kids feel when they check into a hotel. Jump on the bed; put leftover drinks in the little frig; stick clothes in empty drawers — F-U-N.
I had forgotten what a kick it is for the kids. I had to thank my daughter for coming along, so I could experience that again.
— Namaste
I am the luckiest woman! I have all four of my grandkids within the same metro area as myself and another grandson within a couple of states. A couple of nights t
his summer, I’ve had them all stay overnight with me for a sleepover with their cousins. It’s loud, organized chaos. It’s great to see them fight w/ each other, connive, laugh, cry, and love each other.
See? Luckiest.
– Namaste
Do you text your kids with weather reports?
So it snowed last night. This has only happened three or four times this winter. Global warming. Weather extremes. Whatever.
I just love it. My youngest is 24 years old. Still, the first snow of the season, I text all four of my kids with the, “It’s snowing!” text. They know how much I love the snow and I think they all would say they do too.
I love going for walks when it is freezing or snowing because there isn’t anyone else out. It’s so quiet. Insulated with the snow. You can hear and see the most wonderful things. The other day, walking my dog, we ran across five wild turkeys. Those birds have the most beautiful feathers that are every different color of brown with iridescent mixed in. They were just six feet away.
