I know that I have been posting a lot about my granddaughter lately. I promise I’ll move on to other subjects in the near future, but, honestly, I must share this gorgeous picture of this child tonight. She is the picture of serenity. Not always, of course, but actually she is much of the time….
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Baby Luna – Today and Tomorrow
Here is an updated photo of baby Luna, my granddaughter. She and I spent the day together today with her mama, Sarah; tomorrow, Grandma is going to officially babysit for a few hours all alone with this little 5 month old girl. We will see how the babysitting fares. Sarah admitted being nervous about leaving…
Baby Luna, Public Transport, Comfortable Shoes and Me
I am staring at a pair of well-worn tennis shoes that I have up on the chair across from me so that Cordelia doesn’t decide to drag one or both outside for a good chewing. These tennis shoes – gray Asics – with my socks stuffed in the tops are a little tattered and completely…
Preparations For My Role as Birth Coach
Today I am thinking of my preparation as a birth coach to my daughter, Sarah, who is officially due April 5th, but may be having her baby sooner. She is already experiencing some early signs of labor and, who knows, this baby may decide to come early and not on time or late. Whenever the…
Our Grandbaby’s Official Name
My little granddaughter, who is still in utero, has received her official name from her parents. Luna Isabella. Her paternal grandfather has already decided he will call her by the pet name, Bella, which means beautiful in Spanish, his first language. That’s lovely. Luna means moon and she is likely to have big round eyes…
A Mother’s Dream: Time with Her Grown-up Daughters
Liz, Sarah, and Rachael I am having an occasion that is happy for a mother – I am seeing my three daughters almost daily at least for the next little while. Sarah has a clinical rotation that is only four blocks away at an Urgent Care Center; Liz is here everyday from 6:30 – 8…
Flash Memoir: The Unexpected Joy of Cooking
Food is love. Not exactly. Not in my family when I was growing up, at least. I saw that principle applied in other families where dinner time centered on a meal lovingly prepared by a mother who might have gone out and picked fresh vegetables from her own garden, or used canned vegetables from that…
20 Minutes a Day 