by Mama Mabel
We did more grandparent visiting last weekend, this time to Coondog's parents' house. While we all enjoyed ourselves, no one had more fun than Ladybug and her grandma, aka Honey. When Ladybug was tiny, Honey would walk in the door and say, "where's my little honey baby?" Now we call her Honey.
Honey and Ladybug are best buds. If I had a nickel for everytime she said Ladybug was perfect, I'd be rich. You see, Honey was born to be a grandma. She lives for the pint-sized package of fun that I call my daughter. Honey was in childcare for decades so she speaks toddler. She knows what activities Ladybug is most likely to enjoy and what development milestones are coming up so she keeps age appropriate toys on hand and sings all the right little kids songs. And Ladybug thrives under all the focused attention. She played until she was too tired to walk straight then played some more. Honey ate it up like manna from heaven.
There is nothing that Honey won't happily do with or for Ladybug. At one point, she was laying on the couch almost entirely buried by toys and clothes that Ladybug had brought to her one at a time. We laughed for a long time over that one. Later, the two of them went shopping for lace to add to some of Ladybug's new pants and just had to get a cd of kids songs and a sequined tiara while they were out. Honey got to tell all of Ladybug's admirers at the store that that was her grandbaby. It was a great trip for both of them. Hopefully we can do it again soon.
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