Nana for 3 weeks

I have three weeks to be "Nana" at ground zero in Kill Devil Hills. Week one involved laundry on Monday, mopping and cleaning on the first floor on Tuesday, playgroup on Wednesday, story hour at the library on Thursday, plus a dr. visit, and who knows, maybe a new baby sister on Friday. This is such precious time. There are a lot of memories that flood me as well as some things I had forgotten about taking care of a toddler. One always more wonderful thing is being greeted in the morning from a crib. All smiles, pudgy little reaching arms, nothing like it. The most wonderful way to start a day is just that few minutes of snuggle and lovin'. Off with the night diaper, on with the pre-breakfast diaper. Downstairs, welcome the sunshine as we open the blinds and curtains, sprinkle the Cheerios on th table, sing a morning song, fix breakfast. While breadfast is cooking, we find a pot lid and a metal spoon to be a great instrument. Besides that, they make a lot of noise. On with the bib; I had forgotten how sticky and dangerous oatmeal is to the unsuspecting. Hair is a magnet for it, so is anything else basically. It is also amazing how difficult it is to get into a sealed container, such as a fruit cup. And when we are "done", it is time to move on to other activities immediately. There is so much to see and do when you are 18 months old. I can't remember the last time I stopped and squatted to watch ants march in the crack of a sidewalk, or listen to the machine clearing the lot next door, or watched the wind whipping flags on poles. A day full of this kind of thing is priceless, and such good exhaustion. We are waiting on little sister to arrive. I can't imagine how much fun it will be when she gets here!