I could write about the books I've read lately, but Goodnight Moon and Sandra Boynton's Pajama Time don't lend themselves to in depth analysis. They do, however, lead to snuggles and that is, at this point, much more important to me.
Yes, it's true, I have baby brain.
We took her out to lunch yesterday. SIR carried her on his shoulders because the stroller lost its space in the trunk to our suitcases and never made the return trip.
She grabs on with a serious grip; TBG's senior citizen follicles are no match for the tugging. SIR has no such problem; he enjoys the trip as much as his daughter does.
The front of her shirt has pictures of The Avengers - Captain America, The Hulk, and two others whose names escape me at the moment.
The back of the shirt has ruffles.
That encapsulates my little one - tough and delicate in one delectable package.
I'll try to be more thoughtful tomorrow, but I'm making no promises.
This grandparenting thing is just too delicious for words.