A Grandma’s Life

Two grandchildren is a lovely consideration; we spent much of the weekend with Little Miss and her parents, Little Miss’ other grandparents, the burrito and his mum too.  Oh, and Buttercup.  So far, not much has changed in her world.

She was glad to see her parents again; parents everywhere, but two sets were now grandparents, and that is a different kettle of fish.  And while my husband and I have been abuelos for a few months, adding a nieta to the mix again alters the dynamics.  I’m still wrapping my head around all those transformations, and the slight cold that I’ve caught doesn’t help make things clearer.

Taken a couple of days ago when I was feeling much better....

Taken a couple of days ago when I was feeling much better….

I’m home today, not wishing to give a four-day-old my sniffles.  Instead I published The Hawk: Part Two.  I also set out two new placemats, improv-style, that were finished while I loitered in the labour and delivery ward last week.  Easy to hand-sew some bindings while a new life made her way into this world.  Or at least easy for me.  I also worked on my improv bathroom wall hanging, but that still needs to be photographed.

A scrappy effort with which I am quite pleased.

A scrappy effort with which I am quite pleased.

I snapped the placemats this morning, as I sat down for breakfast.  If you see crumbs, they’re from fried chicken my husband, daughter, and son ate for dinner last night after I had given up the ghost and gone to bed.

Using up the last of my three-inch binding scraps; I'm going to try two and three quarter-inch in the future....

Using up the last of my three-inch binding scraps; I’m going to try two and three quarter-inch in the future….

The Hawk: Part Two has been waiting for release until Little Miss arrived.  Now that she’s here, I can fiddle with novels, or the publishing of books.  I am aching to write more for that saga, but that will be another couple of weeks down the road.  And I’m eager to make another improv quilt.  I am blessed for all the bits that make up my life, goodness knows there are many.  But right now this abuela could use forty winks.  Buttercup has the right idea, but then she still is, and will always be, the grand basset….

Updated….  This afternoon the burrito got a hold of a placemat.  Then he hopped into his jeep to make a fast getaway with the improv piece….

He'll eat the evidence if necessary!

He’ll eat the evidence if necessary!

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