Back Again

HoneyBunny's little brother is expected to join the world this week.  Grandma came to help.

It was a lovely flight.  It left on time, arrived on time, and there was room in the overhead compartment for my roll-on bag.  The pilot pointed out the Grand Canyon and the Hoover Dam.  I noticed wind farms and solar panel installations and roads that travelled up into the mountains to connect to one house at the very top

For the longest time, I haven't traveled with anything larger than the bag that fits under the seat in front of me.  Packing was fun when I didn't have to worry if something would fit.  Of course,  that made lifting the suitcase into the overhead bin a formidable challenge.  I got it up there, but asked for help getting it out.  

I'm getting better at asking.  I felt old and feeble and very happy that I didn't have to struggle.  I have decided that it's a trade off worth making.

HoneyBunny wanted nothing to do with me for about five minutes.  Her parents were encouraging her to hug me, but I asked them to let it go.  Sure enough, she was grabbing my hand and showing me her books before I had my boots off.  

I was invited to watch but not touch the Magna Tiles.

NO is a big part of her vocabulary.  

So is Baba (Grandma) and Shark (Baby Shark Do Do Do Do DoDo) and E I E I O (Old MacDonald).  I'm learning her language the hard way; she is patient up to a point but when Baba can't figure out exactly what she wants there's hell to pay.

It's a good thing she's so cute.