First blog post in a while — when your granddaughter gets to be seven, you have to start being careful about what you post so as not to embarrass her too much.
We had the Lilz today, as it was MLK day. So we sort of dawdled our way out of our beds this morning. We met Yia-Yia for lunch — goofy expressions and all — then Lilz and I went to one of those paint-your-own-pottery places and spent a happy few hours creating a couple of masterpieces and engaging in collaborative artistic dialogue.
And then we spent a couple of more hours in a neighborhood park, where we’ve gone regularly since Lilz was able to get out and go to parks. She can swing on her own, now, though she still appreciates the occasional push (“Higher! Faster!”). And the concrete whale is a great spot for a dramatic pose and a quick story about danger and derring-do.
There’s no better way to spend a winter’s day.
The Denby Clan 