In the darkness of the night, as I waited for Snowdrop's next call for help, I thought -- this is like Snowdrop's first night in Paris (she had the hardest time sleeping then, more so than at any other time in her life), except without the Eiffel Tower outside our windows.
Still, the little girl slept late and more importantly, woke up looking like her old self again.
A quick snack, a bath and then a breakfast of waffles -- something I hadn't made since my own girls were young.
She is slightly surprised that we are eating in the sun room. It seems a game. Our usual "you sit there and you sit there and I sit here."
But despite her still tentative appetite, she has no objection to the waffles.
As I get Snowdrop ready to go home, Ed attempts to get the truck out so that we can haul kayaks to a nearby river. Snowdrop discovers her wagon and between that and Ed's machinations with the truck, the little girl is just entranced.
The truck is a lost cause for now. I take Snowdrop home where she is so happy to see her mommy again and then I return to Ed and the problem of the day's adventure. No truck, no kayaks. Well that's fine! Let's do a good hike!
He searches for interesting trail segments, I search for Henny's eggs. She has been hiding them again.
Success! Ed finds a trail, I find the eggs. (Henny, why would you lay in the dirt bucket tucked away in the garage??)
We hike the Ice Age Trail segment just at the outskirts of Janesville (some 35 miles to the south of us). The trail runs along the Rock River and the views are tremendous!
The limestone cliffs rise to the east, the sun dapples between the trees that are still full of leaves.
But the colors are of this season.
We end up in a lovely park, one that I imagine Snowdrop would love to some day visit. (Ed and I try out some of the potential fun moments.)
And then we hurry home because it is Sunday and of course this is the day Snowdrop and her family (just mom today) are here for dinner.
Can you tell that the little one is feeling so much better?
She's happy, so we're happy. Ed -- well, he's happy but also hungry.
By the way, Snowdrop insists that we drag in a grown up chair for her for dinner. She's just recovering so we are more amenable to ridiculous requests. Of course, she enjoys spinning around in it until we turn stern and remind her that this is dinnertime.
Such a Sunday! Capped by an evening of debate viewing. Some would think this is a depressing way to end an evening. Not me. My granddaughter's on the mend, my daughters are well, Ed and I hiked under a brilliant sky. There isn't much out there that could bring me down tonight, sleep deprivation notwithstanding.
Still, the little girl slept late and more importantly, woke up looking like her old self again.
A quick snack, a bath and then a breakfast of waffles -- something I hadn't made since my own girls were young.
She is slightly surprised that we are eating in the sun room. It seems a game. Our usual "you sit there and you sit there and I sit here."
But despite her still tentative appetite, she has no objection to the waffles.
As I get Snowdrop ready to go home, Ed attempts to get the truck out so that we can haul kayaks to a nearby river. Snowdrop discovers her wagon and between that and Ed's machinations with the truck, the little girl is just entranced.
The truck is a lost cause for now. I take Snowdrop home where she is so happy to see her mommy again and then I return to Ed and the problem of the day's adventure. No truck, no kayaks. Well that's fine! Let's do a good hike!
He searches for interesting trail segments, I search for Henny's eggs. She has been hiding them again.
Success! Ed finds a trail, I find the eggs. (Henny, why would you lay in the dirt bucket tucked away in the garage??)
We hike the Ice Age Trail segment just at the outskirts of Janesville (some 35 miles to the south of us). The trail runs along the Rock River and the views are tremendous!
The limestone cliffs rise to the east, the sun dapples between the trees that are still full of leaves.
But the colors are of this season.
We end up in a lovely park, one that I imagine Snowdrop would love to some day visit. (Ed and I try out some of the potential fun moments.)
And then we hurry home because it is Sunday and of course this is the day Snowdrop and her family (just mom today) are here for dinner.
Can you tell that the little one is feeling so much better?
She's happy, so we're happy. Ed -- well, he's happy but also hungry.
By the way, Snowdrop insists that we drag in a grown up chair for her for dinner. She's just recovering so we are more amenable to ridiculous requests. Of course, she enjoys spinning around in it until we turn stern and remind her that this is dinnertime.
Such a Sunday! Capped by an evening of debate viewing. Some would think this is a depressing way to end an evening. Not me. My granddaughter's on the mend, my daughters are well, Ed and I hiked under a brilliant sky. There isn't much out there that could bring me down tonight, sleep deprivation notwithstanding.
