March Break

I can't tell you what a thrill it is to be a grandmother! .....it involves all the excitement of motherhood with none of the pain. I assisted with the birth of my oldest and my youngest grandchild. What a miracle a birth is! One that can't really be appreciated unless and especially if you're not the one in labor.

I don't often see my grandkids so it was a double pleasure to have all three spend their March school break with us. Now mind you, our house was a bit crowded but the weather cooperated and it was warm(ish) and sunny for most of the time that they spent here.
Meals were relatively easy: for lunch, we toasted hot dogs over a bonfire made of fallen branches. Those hot dogs tasted twice as good as regular ones and my garden was cleaned up in no time flat and ready for the spring flowers when they appear.

Easter baking became a pleasure. Not only were there lots of cookies left over for mom & dad but there's enough left here to ensure that Ken will have to be doubly vigilant with his diet.

We painted hollowed out eggs.....funny how those eggs are harder to blow out than they used to be. We made string nests complete with clay eggs and added clay rabbits.

We even checked out the thickness of the ice on the lake......complete with a few "soakers" and the eau de cologne of sneakers drying by the fireplace most evenings. Childhood just wouldn't be complete without that fascination of fire & water. ...all in all, a glorious week! And then.....I got to give them back! Granmas' get to have all the fun with none of the traumas associated with upbringing.