On Being A Grandmother....
I haven't been a Mama and a Grandma all these years for nothing. At nine this morning I got to keep Micha while his Mom went to the dentist. We played and had fun. It came sleepy-time and we didn't want to give in. Nothing was working. No, we didn't want to lay down, no we didn't want to snuggle up with grandma, no, no, no.
So, he's sitting on my lap while we're deciding who's going to win...I start scratching him on the back of his neck. Uh-oh...we get v-e-r-y still. I scratch his little shoulders, then his back. Our eyes are l-o-o-k-i-n-g s-l-e-e-p-y... He's gone. Next thing I know he's laid over on me fast asleep. Oh, yes, I've got lots of those little tricks. Grandmas don't always win...but most of the time we do.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
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Grandma's never lose that special touch!
It's like riding a bike apparantly. I remember, back in the day, when Savannah wouldn't go to sleep I would lay her down like Superman in my arms and gently rock her and KONK! She was out. Worked every time. I love the sense of accomplishment when they're finally OUT!
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