Murphy

Grandma: "Give Murphy his treat."  LillaMai: "What, who?" (holding onto treat).

Grandma: "Can you give Murphy his treat?" LillaMai: "Oh! Him?" (holding treat in hand).

LillaMai: "I think he just wants to lick my finger." (still holding onto treat in other hand).

Nothing Else Matters

 

Today was your day at grandma & grandpas.  You kept yourself busy reading your "soft" book, playing with your toys as well as different items I pulled from the kitchen drawers.  You talked to gray kitty each time he skirted around you, squealed with delight with Marley's dog kisses and made several attempts to taste test his dog biscuits (grandma made sure you didn't carry out your intentions),  before dropping it to him.  You enjoyed your time with grandpa on the couch, every now and then you would stop what you were doing and wave to him.

Your breakfast was oatmeal with yogurt, for lunch, sweet potatoes with yogurt, and dinner, pureed butternut squash with yogurt.  Grandma sings a little Norwegian prayer before she starts to feed you, and every time you smile so big, followed by cute, funny sound,  I am convinced you are laughing at my inability to sing; but that is okay because that smile is worth it to me. 

The time came to bundle you up and take you home.  I thought you would fall asleep, but you insisted on talking, and so we jabbered the entire time.

Once home we went through our ritual of getting you out of your car seat, putting you in your walker car, letting Murphy out, then letting Murphy in.  You drove around the kitchen managing to remove most of your magnetic numbers off the fridge, but when you heard the door open, and the sound of your mother's voice calling your name, suddenly nothing else mattered...I hugged the two of you good bye, and slipped out the door, feeling like I was the luckiest person on earth.

Grandma loves you LillaMai...I love you Lise! 

First Cold

Last week your mother was sick with the cold and flu.  This week you are.

Between wiping your nose and vapor applications, we read books, watched Murphy out the window, read to Murphy and took long naps on the couch.

Grandma read, Hippity Hop, Rub A Dub Dub, and I Love You This Much, while you read the cover to Sylvia Jean.

Murphy soon fell asleep after  we read the books.

I think that is when you decided we'd better be quiet and rest too.

Your Father

"A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty."  ~Author Unknown

When your father walks in the door, you can hardly wait for him to grab you up in his arms - and yes, this makes him one of the richest men on earth.

Time

Your mother at 1 year old, taking her first step (& enjoying the moment). 3/1987

Your mother in high school when she graduated. 6/2005.

When I am with you I cannot help but think about  "time".  My mother (your great-grandmother Leona Moon) would tell me often, "Enjoy your children, the time goes by so quickly!"  And  her advice remained in the background for many years until your Aunt Carissa graduated from high school, when your cousin Penn was born, when your mother graduated from high school, and then your Uncle Tyler, when your cousin Margot was born, when you were born.  And now it resurfaces nearly every time I see you and hold you, and watch you grow.

One of my many favorite quotes is by Lord Chesterfield:

"Know the true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it.  No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination; never put off till tomorrow what you can do today."

Every time I see you, I will seize the moment to tell you how much "I love you."

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