Thursday: grandma camp moves south

The idea was to give Primrose four days at the farmhouse and then to bring her back home to finish her week with me in Chicago. I thought that was a fine plan. She'd not been away from home much and had stayed with me overnight only a handful of times in her short five years. We weren't sure she'd take to it. Too, well, I'm 70, and my knee still keeps me up, and Ed isn't one to engage kids (though if older ones initiate anything with him, he's 100% on board), so being "on" round the clock with a little one can be, well, not as easy as it was even a few years back. So four days here seemed right.

Primrose does not agree. Too short! -- she tells me, climbing the stairs to go to bed last night. I smile. You always want to have your visitors exiting with the idea that they would have had a fabulous time staying way longer.

She wakes up early. But I'm up before her! Ready with breakfast.

(I brought some of yesterday's sunflowers home with me)

What do we do with our last morning here? Not much actually. She plays, she gets me to play, and eventually she twists my arm and has me fill the wading pool on the porch with water.

From there its jus a handful of minutes to lunch, and by 12:15 we say goodbye to Ed intake off.

 Primrose has done the trip between Chicago and Madison a million time, so there isn't much along the way that could excite. She dozes, I play music and boom! We're there.

The parents are still at work when we arrive. No matter: Primrose remembers that she recently went to the Slime Museum (is this a thing?). Playtime in Chicago is heading off to a great start!

By dinner time everyone is home. It's a delicious meal of fish and broccoli  (bot girls love broccoli).

And I wish I could say I stayed up late with the parents, reviewing the fantastic four days with their gregarious sweet child, but the reality is that not long after the little ones trudged off to bed, I trudged down myself, to finish this and...  to sleep!

with love...