Another Update

My family has returned to NOLA.  Thankfully most returned to power and homes in good condition.  My sister wasn't so lucky.  She's dealing with the nightmare we all know as insurance.  She has no power, which doesn't sit too well with a pregnant lady with two small children.  She has an amazing attitude though and doesn't complain.  Ever.

At my home, things are settling down.  The differences in my two girls are already apparent.  Linus only cried when she was hungry, and it was just a little snort most of the time.  She didn't hate being held, but she MUCH preferred socializing, which meant she wanted to face out so she could see the action.  Linus was very scheduled from the beginning.  She hated being swaddled---she was all about freedom.  She loved baths and being naked.   Linus never complained about a dirty diaper ever.  NOTHING bothered Linus.

Lolly? Completely opposite in every way.  She's a fussy baby.  She insists on being held constantly.  She snuggles up and buries herself in your neck (which I love!).  She's about as non-scheduled as one can get.  She isn't happy unless she's swaddled, and she loathes baths and being naked.  You know the second her diaper is dirty, and she fusses until the diaper change is completely over.

Speaking of which, she's furious because I put her down, so I've got to run and see if I can make her happy again...

A Little Extra Love

My grandmother passed away 10 years ago today. I usually don't dwell on dates of death, but knowing the exact date of death for my grandparents is rather easy: three of the four passed away on the 23rd of the month.

My Memere was an incredible lady. I miss her dearly, as do her other grandchildren. I grew up in a very close knit family. We had dinner probably three to four nights a week at my grandparents' house. The table was full of cousins, aunts, and uncles. She knew our favorite meals, and she rotated them.

I wish Linus had a chance to meet her. Linus would have loved her soft yet spunky demeanor. Memere wasn't afraid to play, even though she had on heels and hose. She lived life, she didn't just go through the motions.

Man, ten years seem like such a long time, yet I can still feel her hugs and smell her like it I saw her yesterday. I can easily picture her soft creamy skin. If only I could really put my arms around her. I can honestly say though, I knew (so did my sister and cousins) what a good person I had in my life. I'm so thankful I was able to see that while she was here, rather than only after she was gone.

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