The pop up on my smartphone was timely.
“Reach out to a friend” was the reminder from Google that I programmed a few months ago. Continue reading “A Google Prompt”
Tag: Granddaughter
Gratitude
Today is my granddaughter’s second birthday.
Today is special because it is her birthday.
Today is very special because her mother is alive to celebrate with her. Continue reading “Gratitude”
Restoring my soul
Spending a week in paradise.
Cabo San Lucas and San Jose del Cabo. Continue reading “Restoring my soul”
Mea Culpa*—all day long!
Dateline: Alabama
Reporting directly to you from the trenches of my son’s home where I am embedded taking care of my 14-month old granddaughter while her parents travel to doctors’ appointments in Birmingham.
I admit that I made a lot of mistakes today. I could make excuses but let’s leave it that I learned some valuable life lessons.
We Can Do Mother’s Day
I was dreading and, at times, resenting Mother’s Day.
All of the ads showing mothers and children in happy scenes set my teeth on edge.
It is cruel that my daughter in law, a new mother, was greeted with a terrible medical diagnosis this past week.
Stage 4 cancer of the lungs and brain.
A slap in the face to a person who led an extremely healthy lifestyle.
Devastating to all of us.
Surefire Babysitting Tip #1
After babysitting for three weeks straight I consider myself an expert on babysitting.
So, I wanted to share my number one tip for babysitting.
I find that this tip works like a charm with a rambunctious seven-month old baby.
Happy Easter
Today I learned to make Gifs. Here is an example. So easy and so fun with Google.
Mabel is my favorite model. Gifs are appropriate for her since she is rarely still.
Happy Easter!
Writing on the run
I was trying so hard to post every day on my blog.
I was trying to answer every comment.
I was trying to read other posts and to comment.
I was doing well and then came my trip.
No big deal I thought. With a few adjustments, you can continue your regular schedule.
Making a Mark…
It is a parent’s prerogative, nay, obligation to be the source of corny but sweet stories about their children.
Lori Greer in Portland 