Sunday Morning
From a very solid sleep I was awakened by someone calling me Granny... My daughter had need to put Elsa in my care while she went to clean up after the doggies who had not gone outside in time... So the Wee One was settled down beside me, her head on my shoulder, and she fussed and wriggled and protested, `not the mama' for a bit. But the combination of the heart-beat pat on the back, the shhhhing sound in her ear, and playing with her legs a bit as we do when internal gas is an issue--and she... Sign in to see full entry.