I want to read all your blogs. I want to answer all your comments. I have things to say! I have things to learn!
What I have to learn is my lines.
And I spent all day with that boy and it was so much fun and he's chewing everything he can get his mouth on and he's grabbing his feet and he's learned to snuggle and he's making new funny sea-gull sounds when he sees something exciting and oh, well. You know. I'm his grandmother.
And I did laundry and cleaned a sink and made black beans and bread is rising and I planted a few more plants and I grocery shopped and went to the trash place and, well, I'm exhausted.
And I have to study my lines.
You know what I think? I think y'all don't miss me nearly as much as I miss you. And how COULD you miss me? I won't go away.
That's a country song. I know. But it's true.
Well, anyway, here's a picture of Owen with his hand in his mouth, chewing away. I went into the break room to tell him good-bye when his mama had him at work and he was sitting up in her lap chomping on a cold piece of celery with his two tiny teeth on the bottom and his coming-in ones up top. Okay. That was cute. I didn't have the camera.
I apologize for that, too.
Guilt. Not just for breakfast any more.