hooray for Eleanor

Once a month I volunteer with four other ladies to baby sit with a gaggle of toddlers so their moms can attend a meeting of MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). They don't meet during the summer so this was the first time I had seen these little ones since last spring.  Eleanor was one of the littles I remembered very well because she would generally cry for the whole two hours and I spent a lot of time rocking and soothing her. So imagine my pleasure when she walked in today, at the wise old age of three, waved bye to her mom and immediately started playing with some toys - not a tear in sight. You go girl! My pleasure was short lived however because it soon became apparent that we had at least three criers in our group of 12 and some occasional sympathy criers. So there I was rocking and soothing again. This all made me very happy that my grandchildren are teenagers (well one is almost) and I realized that I am not in any hurry for great grandchildren.