Grand Babies are Grand

The reason for my silence

three glorious weeks away meeting this little honeybunch.

At times she sleeps as peaceful as can be

but not necessarily.

Just like her Dad, even in her sleep she can be

A bundle of wriggling muscles.

So serious was she as she studied everything around her.

when I arrived she looked at light and contrast.

By the time I left she was looking at our eyes and faces

and the smiles were beginning to be real.

Tiny hands would wrap into fists

Arms would stretch out relaxed over Mama's shoulders

The yoga ball was used to soother at fussy times.

Both parents would take it in turn gently bouncing with babe in arms.

I didn't trust myself to do that

but could have done with one back in the seventies!

Uncle Brett came to meet his niece.

Handy Hubby became an adoring grandpa.

Butterfly babe

So many thanks to Mark and Donna for allowing 

me to share this precious time with them.