The Best Medicine

I woke up Wednesday with a scratchy throat, and I can tell that I am going to have a rough time getting through the weekend. I'll do my best not to get any of you sick, too, but I can't make promises.

Two nights ago, one of our most anticipated milestones took place. Granny and I were in the kitchen finishing dinner, and our daughter asked us to come into her bedroom. She was on the bed, lying on her back, knees high over her hips, with The Granddaughter resting on her shins.

"Okay, here we go!" chirped The Daughter. She lifted her legs up and forward, and our little apfelpfankuchen slid forward rapidly until the two were face to face. "Whee!" said mom.

And then came the moment. A delightful noise came out of The Granddaughter's throat. "Heh, heh, heh." It wasn't a full blown guffaw, but it was definitely a laugh. Our Baby Boomer was laughing!

I was eagerly anticipating this even before that little girl was born. I remember Xboy giggling and laughing uncontrollably when he was a baby and toddler, and it always brought me deep joy.

Unfortunately, Granny and I spent most of the day yesterday trying to duplicate that laughter to no avail. So far, only The Granddaughter's mother can elicit that happy noise. (I do claim half credit for a single "heh" when I was teaching her the Boomer noise last night: "bluuuagh!")

My two babies: The Granddaughter and Granny

So, I guess I should not be surprised that I am not nearly as sick this morning as I predicted. As they say, "An apfelpfankuchen cheek a day keeps the doctor away."

Gramps and The Baby Boomer

There's really not too much to report from the world of Granny and Gramps.

The oldest daughter is a GREAT mother - she goes to school, does her nursing clinicals and gives the Granddaughter so much attention, we rarely hear any loud, piercing screams of hunger. Actually, it is a very nice - the ability to wake up almost every morning hearing coos of baby laughter.

Our Drama Queen - is still our Drama Queen. I took her to the eye doctor for the much anticipated contact fitting the other day. The dr. put the contacts into her eyes:

"Mom - it feels like there is a piece of plastic sitting on my eyeball."

"Uh, dear - THERE IS A PIECE OF PLASTIC SITTING ON YOUR EYEBALL!"

"Oh. Grandma says I get my drama attitude from you. Do you think?"

"Ughhhhh."

Xbox Boy and Gramps are killin' me with "Left for Dead." Now, I've seen Gramps postings about the Zombies ... and I've seen his latest "ha!" towards Grandma and her playing Luxor; and despite his posting, that evil xbox system does NOT control my life - not like it does theirs.

Recently the oldest daughter upgraded her cell phone to the new TMobile "G1". It is a pretty cool phone with lots of neat games and other texting/calling capabilities ... My husband/My son - they found the "Zombie Finder" Yes, this phone will act as a mapping device and it shows us how close proximity the zombies are to our home.

And take 2am this morning for example. Gramps can't sleep. Where do you think he is? Yep, you got it - Killing Zombies! Why can't he do something productive at 2am? Ladies, You know what I mean - it would be nice if he would empty/load the dishwasher ... clean out the kitchen cupboards ... do a load of laundry - you know, the helpful stuff! Nope - He is KILLING Zombies!

Proving my point ... I have attached a recent picture of the Granddaughter. In this picture, Granny is feeding Ms Adorable her first cereal ... Gramps is in the background taking pictures and teaching her the sounds of the Dreaded Baby Boomer (again, from XBox - Left for Dead) ....

"BLUUAAAGHHHH"