My Little Preemie, my how he's growing

Just about the time a woman thinks her work is done, she becomes a grandmother.

~~ Edward H. Dreschnack ~~

Edward said that well.

Remember the post I published when baby son moved into his own apartment? The one about how I stood in the middle of the floor crying my eyes out because my baby had left home? Remember how I snivelled on and on about what I would do with myself?

Well, those days were rather short-lived. I don't have to wonder what I will do next anymore. My days are happily filled: (not every day, just some of them)

• 9:00 a.m. - Jace makes his entrance for the morning. We spend a good portion of the time cooing and conversing about different and odd subjects, laughing and playing and enjoying each other's company.
• 10:00 - He's about ready to eat - - again. Then I rock him and burp him.
• 10:15 - He's asleep.
• 10:20 - Down for his nap.
• 11:00 - He's stretching and grunting. I never imagined someone so small could stretch soooo...( I told him he gives me "charley-horses" just looking at him stretch like that.)
• 11:02 - He's up and out of bed, ready to start the cycle all over again.

And so goes...

another day in the life of dellgirl, the brand new Grandma.