This is what a fond grandmother looks like to a 3 year old. I know that because our granddaughter Mia took this picture of me when I was back east visiting her and her new baby brother.
The baby brother, Owen, "the O-Man" as we call him, is in town now with his Mom - sadly, not for a good reason. My Beloved's first wife, a tiny but feisty lady, is in the hospital and their older daughter flew in to help, bringing 10-week old Owen with her. (He earned his wings on the flight over). Mia and her Daddy will follow in a few days - they will all be reunited by Christmas.
All this as prelude to telling you that My Beloved and I are babysitting the O-Man this week, helping out while daughter Sarah is keeping her Mom company in the hospital. Because of that, I may be posting a good deal less than normal.
There is some good news sandwiched in here - Owen lets me hold him without crying, a rarity among infants who generally hate me until they grow older and more discerning, and he likes my standard lullaby, "Anchors Aweigh."
So, in case I don't see you, have a Happy Christmas and keep your fingers crossed for that small, feisty lady. She could use some positive energy.