Memories of Babies

I chased my ten month old granddaughter around the floor last night. Crawling.

It's a big deal to me. Here this little one has gone from lump in the belly to can't stand the light to crawling and making lots of noise. She's a dear, but she will be a busy one!

I didn't spend much time on the floor with my older kids. I should have. The job was an endless one, and I bought into the idea that my work was me. Now I'm paying the price for that choice. Yesterday one of my grown daughters (still at home) had an old boyfriend pick her up to go putt putt golfing. This boy has been in trouble before, and claims to be on the other side of it.

Well, claims to my daughter at least.

Now he is back, more handsome than ever. Was I told he was coming?

I wonder if more time on the floor when they are ten months old, ten years old, etc would help with that communication block. I'm going to find out today. But first I'm going to vacuum the carpet.