Her momma went to Glencoe.
Well, that is okay... grammie pammie or pammie pammie and papa will watch the little tot.
Sometimes it is so fun to be in charge, when you really aren't in charge anymore.
You have raised your baby girls and now they are raising theirs.
They are doing such an excellent job with their babies, you wonder if you can match up at 52.
Can you keep them from the junk food, bad TV shows, steps, and bathroom all at once?
Can you get the Clifford diaper on the right way so it won't leak out over night?
Will she sit down with you just a little bit so you can smell her hair and touch her baby soft hands?
It is time you can tell, the words take on an even faster pace...
I need to play toys...
I need to sit by papa...
I need a snack...
I need cartoons...
Well, little tot, pammie pammie knows what you need and it is that little crib set up in the bedroom just for you. It has soft blankets, a clean pillow, and a couple of toys left over from last night...
just for you.
So we change the Clifford and zip up the jammies, kiss grandpa,
and get twirley and pinkey.
I follow her up the steps as she perfectly matches her feet to each one, and she steps lightly to her crib looking around the room
...she will need a drink from the water bottle that has been there a few days
...she will need the YaYa Sisterhood book
...and please don't forget the 15 pound Thesaurus!
Good night little one, my baby my own
Sleep tight
See you in the morning light...
Good night pammie pammie...
and she lays down to read her Thesaurus in the dark.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
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