Our visit is coming to an end.
FlapJilly and her parents will have to get by without live-in sitters and errand runners.
The grandparental units will have to survive without this:
It's not going to be easy on any of us.
We went to the park this morning, for swinging
and greeting our public with a queenly wave.
The sandbox came home with us in her diaper, but she wasn't worried at the moment.
Once we got home, crawling between Mommy and Grandpa
left me with plenty of time to admire her curls.
There will be many milestones before we see her again.
She'll be walking and sleeping through the night and cutting her molars.
One thing will never change, though.
Grandma will always love her.