More Thoughts, Random Again

Today is my last day.  I'm sad to leave but anxious to get back to the States and Tom.  Tonight Juliet was, of course, begging me to stay "just one more day".  When I suggested she climb into my suitcase and come back with me, I think she seriously considered it.  But then she said she could only stay a week, or no, maybe just a day; and when she heard that it takes a whole day just to get to the States, she was perfectly happy when I assured her that we would see each other this summer in Myrtle Beach.

Juliet and I have been reading the Ivy and Bean books.  I got them for her because they were chapter books and looked to be about girls about her age.  In reading them to her I've found the vocabulary is not only difficult, but very American.  (How do you explain "pausing for station identification" to a four-year-old?  How about the expression "tough cookies"?)  But I enjoy the questions Juliet asks, and we have some good discussions about things like tough cookies.  And sometimes she surprises me by understanding some concept that I consider difficult.  Best of all, though, is the time we spend alone together, being silly, giggling, talking seriously, and creating memories for both of us.

James is already into reading, too.  I brought him Sandra Boynton's Bath Time! and he loves it.  At least he gets a big smile on his face when I start reading it to him.  Of course he also gnaws on it immediately after I'm done reading; it's one of those soft plastic books.  But no, I really think he likes the book for the content; he always giggles when I say, "Bring your ducky.  Bring your boat."

I can't believe it will be four months before I get my next sweet, fierce hug, soft kiss or that squeal of recognition as you come into the vision of a five-month-old.  I love to change a diaper, give a bottle or read a bedtime story, to have that chance to be one-on-one with a tiny person who loves you just because you're the Grandma.  Wonderful little ones who make me wonder-full.  I am blessed.