Grandchildren fear me.  I try to get on their level sometimes. I think it makes them wonder what I'm up to.

Grandbaby#4 won't come near me this week.  I babysat a couple weeks ago.  I try to be useful.  If the children were fed, I'll wash dishes.  If the children are napping, I'll throw in a couple loads of clothes.  I like for the YP's (young parents) to come back to the nest and find they don't have to DO anything, just sit down and enjoy their evening!

#4 smelled sour.  Now, that's a 1 year old for ya.  Sometimes they smell.  Not because nobody did anything about it, but because they're babies.  I plopped #4 in the sink (after I did the dishes, thank you) and gave her a quick bath.  Make sure to get the creases of the neck, that's where sour milk likes to hide.  I wrapped her in a big warm towel from the dryer and hugged her.

she still smelled.

Hm. Must be in her hair.  I did cover her long angelic hair during the rinse portion, but there must be milk somewhere.  Probably behind her ears.  Yup, there it is, it's powerful.

I laid her on the drainboard in my arms, dotted a little more shampoo on her head and rinsed her with the sprayer.  What's wrong with that?  She was snuggled, she was warm and dry, except for her head.  But I Still Smelled it! I resuds'd, and re-rinsed.  She's getting angry, it'll have to be good enough!

I dried her and dressed her adorably in her little jammies and set her to play.

I went home.
My husband hugged me and said, hmm, sour milk!      CRAP!  I had gotten it on my shirt, at the shoulder, when I swaddled #4 and held her tight. I guess she could have done without lather, rinse repeat.  Now I know
why I get that funny look              - - - - -

life lesson - hair

When I visit, Samara runs right up to me and grabs around my legs begging to be picked up.  Charlotte runs right up to about 2 feet away from me and stares, smiling.

I said, "It's okay, I'm not gonna wash your hair"  I think it's gonna take some time.

Left with all the girlies one evening I decided that when Mom and Daddy got home, they should have nice clean children to put to bed.  I noticed the littlest smelled like yesterday's milk.  I plopped her in a sink of warm water and started washing.

I washed her hair. She wasn't happy about that.  I wrapped her in a towel and snuggled her thinking, "Dang, I still smell it!"  I returned her to the counter top and washed her hair again.  I dressed her in cute, clean jammies and said to myself, "Dang, I still Smell it!"  No matter!

When Mommy and Daddy came home I presented darling children bathed and jammied and ready for their story.  I went home, very happy I was able to do something nice for the parents.

I got home, sat down in front of the TV and thought, "Dang!! I Still smell it!!"


it was on my blouse!


Sorry Charlotte! sorrysorrysorry