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Babysitting Grandchildren





“Grandchildren don’t make a woman feel old
It’s being married to a grandfather that bothers her.”

Grandma Jan




Our San Diego family needed a babysitter.  Our daughter and her husband are finally at a place in their lives where they can break away from routine and get away alone for a few days at a time.  It blessed us to have little three-year old Amy for a few days here with us in Arizona.   

Everything Changes When a Three Year Old Visits.

The uncanny triple digit heat wave nixed our outdoor plans.  Amy loves animals and we live close to Out of Africa, a wildlife park and zoo.   We couldn’t take Amy with her fair complexion.   We did, however, visit the indoor swimming pool.  Watching Amy running gleefully under the pop up sprays and loving the water slide put a big smile on my face.   













Interesting to hear Papa’s version of Cinderella.  Did you know that Cinderella called her dog “Bruno?”  Me either.


















Bye, bye, Bruno and I am missing her already!


“No cowgirl was ever faster on the draw 
than a grandma pulling baby pictures out of her handbag.” 
Anonymous


Comments

  1. Cinderella and Bruno ... I love it!
    Goodness, but Amy's exuberance and joy pops out from these images. She's such a doll, and I know she brings such glee to your lives. Thank you for sharing these images, sweet friend!

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  2. I love Papa's rendition of Cinderella! Very creative! Amy is so adorable! I bet it was hard to say goodbye to her (and I bet you took an afternoon nap if she took an afternoon nap, LOL :) They are full of energy and never stop going, do they? Looked like fun was had by all during your time of caring for her :)

    betty

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  3. Amy has your smile, Mary! What a heartwarming post! I am so jealous!. LOL!

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  4. The last picture, Amy patting the dog, is priceless.
    She looks the kind of girl who brings a lot of joy and laughter into the lives of her parents and grandparents. I'm sure you already miss her and her visits.

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  5. Awwww....such a sweet post, and the photos are beautiful. Priceless treasures.

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  6. Oh this post put a big Pile of Smile on my face. Love it! I am laughing right now at Papa's story with BRUNO! Precious memories made. A friend told me once dear Mary to make as many memories as I could because one day they would keep me company. Hugs and blessings, Cindy

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  7. That quote from "Grandma Jan"?...Hilarious!!!

    Your granddaughter has grown so fast and the pics just show how happy she is with her grandparents! Looked like she loved Cinderella's dog's name "Bruno!". How creative of the story-teller!

    I always enjoy your posts! I am always blessed to feel the joys in your hearts. It's evident, your smiles are embedded in the genes! ;) Contagious!

    Love and blessings to you always sister. Thank you for always blessing my faith journey! Your peach pie sounds awesome! I know you're a great cook! Like your mom!!! Take care and God bless.

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  8. Oh, that little sweetheart! I know you enjoyed every moment and must miss her terribly! She is adorable! Thank you for sharing with us. Love you, sweet friend. :)

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  9. She's a doll!!! What a blessing from God to have our loved ones around us. We get to help build a foundation. That to is a gift. Nice job Grandma!

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  10. Aw. It's always good to have kids around. Their innocence is refreshing.

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  11. So precious to see such happy smiles in the midst of the heat wave! I love how Grandpa's tell stories too :)

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