Ok, I have to back this blog up. Too much work has stressed my life to the limit. Not that I am complaining. But the most fun of October was when daugther Michelle, s-i-l Lexton and darling 7 month old Lyriella came to visit. I definitely know that I couldn't have raised a 7 month old myself at my advanced age. What possesses the 50+ year old women to have a baby? I guess they have nannies. Anyway, how did I forget that Christina crawled her way to freedom at 5 months and laughed when we couldn't find her, what possessed Kate to decide that she would never sleep again after her English Spaniel Ralph died and the sensitive mother told her that Ralph went to sleep. Oh well, as grandmother, the fun began as Lyriella decided her strategy. Move, look, try to decline sleep, persuade Grandpa John that she really needs all Mac products, meet and greet Great Uncles and Aunts (the vote from Lyriella seems to be that they are interesting, unusual, and she would like to see them more, and definitely want the Aunts to be a big part of her life. All in all it was a great week, and Grandma cannot figure out where it went.... I have put away the bed, found the leftover incredibly cute dresses and T-shirts, looked at the funny teeth pictures and thought.....I want my children and grandchildren HERE. But alas, that is there decision. And I will live with that!
Freedom...or fake coals, or the nasty sheepskin
It is very possible that Great Uncle Rick has something wonderful. It might need to be eaten, or at at the least given. These Great's. They are pretty wonderful.!
Great Aunt Kay knows how to deal with her babies. And Grandma is sad that she didn't have the camera for Great Aunt Anne who is equally adept. what was she thinking!
Aunt Julia had many attributes, but apparently the laces were the best. Lyriella adapted to all her family like she had been in North Cacki lacki for ever.
Grandpa John reminds Lyriella that he actually has nice things, not just the laptop, iphone and pager, and she has decided that she wants the Pakistani Wall Hanging...Oh, ok. But we have to die first. One thing at a time.
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