Sunday, February 26, 2012

Twenty loads of laundry washed, dried and folded.
One reorganized kitchen.
Countless hours of playing, reading and imagining.
A trip to the museum and Mrs. Teapots.
Tons of snuggles and hugs.
The start of crib bootcamp.
A tiny bit of a screaming baby.
Lots of laughs.
And more than a few tears shed when, after nine days, Gramma headed home.

1 comment:

Mich said...

Ugh, gramma's leaving is the absolute worst.

Sounds like the time together was wonderful!