flipping once again

On the good road to recovery, Primrose asserted herself one more time (and one can only hope one last time) this night, protesting the unfairness of it all several times. By morning, she appeared to be as she was just before I came -- pretty darn fine!

The little one slept in her bumblebee pj's -- a leftover from a Halloween parade at her school -- and my last morning with my sweet grandgirl is spent playing with her dressed this way.

Play ball!

"How do you do that?"






"There, I picked it up!"






"An over the shoulder pitch? I can do it!"






"Or maybe I'll just put it down..."






Oh, Primrose, you are the cutest little bumblebee! It's so good to see your peppy side again. Here comes the flight of the bumblebees!






She really wants to participate in breakfast. Oatmeal is oatmeal, no?






Not this time... I leave her in the good good hands of her mom. Good bye, snugly little one!






I have a bus to catch.

Retrace my steps on this brilliant but very very cold day. It's way below freezing -- more than a dozen degrees below normal for this time of year.






Still, the sky is bright and yes, the city is taking on that winter look. Note the lampposts!






And a handful of hours later, I flip everything around once again. I am in Madison, picking up groceries for the week and getting the farmhouse ready for a special guest tonight -- Snowdrop has finally gotten her wish for a sleepover! Her excitement is so sweet - it's as if a farmette visit is somehow extraordinary! And perhaps it is, late at night...






She arrives with a suitcase of stuff packed for the occasion. After putting away the chickens with Ed, she shows me all that she could fit in. A globe?!?






Of course, she plays with none of it. Too much to do! To talk about! To explain!






 To write.






As always on sleepover nights, we have a pizza party.






I'm forever pushing vegetables. And today (mind you, tomorrow may be different!), I'd say asparagus ranks right up there with a pizza slice.






It is not easy to get her interested in bedtime. Just one Olivia video! Just one more game! Just two more chapters! Sound familiar?

But, she reminds me that tonight is different. Unusual. And she is correct. Our weeks have become so darn busy that we don't set aside weekend nights for these sleepovers nearly often enough.

Okay, Snowdrop: just two five three six four more minutes!
It's a special night, Gaga!





Indeed it is, little one. Indeed it is.