My three-year-old granddaughter Victoria is here for the week. As I twittered to the masses, HOW ON EARTH do these famous old broads my age (Holly Hunter, et. al.) manage to handle hyper-energetic preschoolers? Ah yes. Nannies.
I am too old for this.
Meanwhile, the kitten loves her, but doesn't seem to realize that he should not frolic directly underfoot--she isn't exactly watching her step as she gallops pell-mell through the premises. (I keep expecting to find squashed kitten. Not a happy thought.)
Of course, they are both babies and on some level, seem to realize this and seek the other's company. It's too cute for words.
Other adorable things she does: When cranky and crying, she wails brokenheartedly, "I need a NAP! I need a NAP!" (Certainly, I know the feeling.)
When credits appear on screen after a movie or TV show, she points melodramatically and announces, "We did it and ON TIME!" I don't know if this is in impersonation of a parent or what, but it's as darling as the dickens.
Hope to get back to normal after the 4th of July. Right now, I am swimming in snack-foods of various animal-shapes.
How do the mommy-bloggers manage?
Oh yeah, youth!
