Tiny Visitor

About three weeks ago, my daughter took a trip to Guatemala so we had our almost two year old granddaughter, Aria, for a few days.  I picked her up on my way home from Brainerd where I had been taking care of  Aubree and Ethan.  She was a bit unsure about leaving Dada behind, but once we were in the car all was well.  I got her safely to our home, and she spent the next four days herding our dog, Maxine and our cat, Henry.  She called them woof woof and meow meow.  It was important that we all be in the same space.  

Aria enjoyed playing with Baba's toys and potatoes.  It was fun to watch her play with the blocks that my parents bought for my girls when they were young.  She also found their old puzzles and my globe.  

Brian and I found an rocking horse alongside the road a couple years ago that was free.  We decided not to pass it up as the grandchildren might like it.  She was shy about it at first, but once she got the hang of it, she loved it.

I was a bit concerned about making sure she ate enough so I tried to offer what she might like.  Actually I felt like she ate quite well, and I kept it pretty healthy.

She absolutely loved the animals, and I know she loves Baba. She loves Grandpa, too, but is a bit shy with him.  He can be overwhelming.  One night she stood by my side when I was cooking and grabbed my hand.  She said, "See" and pulled me to the computer room where Grandpa was sitting.  Pretty cute.  So overall, it was a successful stay.  There was some difficulty with getting her to sleep so I made an executive decision to sleep with her in the spare bedroom.  My sleep was essential to being able to keep up with her for four days.
She didn't ask for Mama or Dada, but the last day she did find their photo and laid down with it.

I feel blessed to not be working at this time which allows me the time and freedom to spend time with my beautiful grandchildren.  They grow so quickly, and I don't want to miss these precious moments.

Thought for the day:  I love these little people, and it is not a slight thing when they,  who are so fresh from God, love us.  Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop