This was day one of the Grandma Olympics.
I did not win a medal today.
Maybe tomorrow.
I did manage to keep the grandson alive and intact.
I should have at least received a participant ribbon.
My grandson laughed a lot – hearty, full-belly laughter.
Clearly he is aware of how entertaining the Grandma Olympics are to watch.
I broke two fingernails and gnawed off three more.
I demonstrated blocking moves with my body that I did not know were possible.
I think I pulled something in my back.
The height of my success was bedtime – his.
I am contemplating an earlier bedtime this evening – 7:30 PM.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Cue the Rocky theme. š
Day one thousand three hundred and seventeen of the new forty ā obla di obla da
Ms. C
THE NEW FORTY 
NOt much different from motherhood, is it? The relief of bedtime. Exhale at last! LOL. IN all honesty, marriage was tougher than fatherhood. I’d do one again, but not the other. Congratulations on surviving reliving the glory days. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes!
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I am a new gramma..our first granddaughter is just now 4 1/2 months old..very easy to entertain! She has her gramps in a puddle all ready..and I’m sure she is going to get away with everything….
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If you were not the lovely lady that I know you to be, Ms. C, I would be seething with jealousy right now! š I got to babysit my 6th grandchild a lot and it was so much a paradise that I never felt the tired, even though I was 65 at the time. (Of course it helped that whenever he was down for a nap I just sat by the playpen and watched him sleep!)
When my own children became adults, I had wished oh-so-many times that I had spent more time just playing with them, and Keyton became the happy benefactor of all those wishing-times.
PS–I suspect that you’re in some way enjoying big-time every minute of your Gold Medal event! š
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