Color me a happy Granny.
But if you call me that, be prepared to be smacked one. (Ask my poor Sis....she's suffering the effects of my wrath now.)
The reason for my upbeat mood? Just this:
This is who spent the night at Nana and Pawpaw's house over the weekend. This little bundle of two-year-old energy. This now-you-see-me-now-you-don't lover of cookies and candy and "goggies" and Cheerios. This giver of hugs and "uv yews," this interminable asker of "What's zat?"
She can count to ten, knows her colors, and almost knows her alphabet. If you give her a piece of paper and a pencil, she will always draw the letter "M" for you. Of course, she may have to read it for you in order for you to understand, but to her it's an "M" nevertheless.
So, while Daddy and Mommy were away celebrating Daddy's birthday with massages and a luxury night at a grand old hotel, we got our exercise.
Because I don't know if you know this, but the general two-year-old population of this earth?
THEY NEVER STOP MOVING.
But it sure is sweet when they see you and yell "NANA!!!" as they run into your waiting arms.
And at the end of the day, it's even sweeter to be able to rock them to sleep in those same, now tired, arms.