FI FIE FO FUM!!!

Living with a toddler is like living with a tape recorder, one that  plays back at the least expected times.

At the onset of the earthquake the other day, Ariana's nanny (she's from California!) grabbed her and they went under a rather sturdy dining room table.  As they lay on the floor, the house shaking around them, our cherub looked up at her and said, "So where's the giant?"  

Well we're buffing up the ark and preparing for the Great Winds of 2011 and a visit from Irene.  My goodness, it's been an interesting summer.

Lesson Learned

Today I stayed with our grand daughter in her new house while her mother went to a meeting.  We vacuumed a little, unpacked some more toys,  sat and watched a little of 'Elmo's World' on Sesame Street.  She asked for a "bottle, please".  (I'm aware that many are opposed to two-year olds having a bottle; suffice to say we're not -- it gives them some autonomy and cuts down on messes.  If she's walking down the aisle on her wedding day, sucking on a bottle of milk, the 'experts' can all say they told me so.)
I fixed the bottle for her, carried it and her into the living room, and asked, "Would you like to sit on this chair while you drink your milk?"  She looked at me and simply said, "No, I sit with Kathy."  So there we sat.  She with her milk, and I, heart bursting and holding on to her, knowing how ephemeral time is.