GrandBob and Grandma

During my families visit I got to witness my parents play the grandparent roles. They were so affectionate with the kids, it was the most precious thing to witness.

Blake is drawn to his GrandBob, that's my dad's new nickname, and it's so cute. Mom becomes a kid again and plays with them both for hours. I really feel having these new additions to their life has brought out the absolute best in them both.

They are in the process of looking for a new house near Kerri and the kids. I'm so jealous that they will soon be able to see them grow up day by day. But, I'm also very happy for them. Kerri's going to have babysitters right near by which is fantastic. Too bad Jason and I aren't the biggest fans of Florida. We'll visit of course, but living there is out of the question. GrandBob and Grandma you are the most loving grandparents, Kaiden and Blake couldn't have ask for better.

Rocking Chairs...Rock

Call me a 75 year old retired grandmother with a knitting fetish and a penchant for gossip, but I've always had a thing for rocking chairs. I just like the motion. I mean really, who doesn't? The back and forth, back and forth is very soothing. I'm sure it tingles the primitive part of our brain that was aware of motion while we were still in the womb. It's the same reason some people, faced with levels of stress their minds can't deal with, rock back and forth on the ground. Not me of course. Stress can't touch me.

Mainly because I've knitted myself a force field while rocking in my rocking chair.

Actually I haven't really enjoyed the pleasures of a rocking chair in a long time. We have one, but we don't have room for it so it never gets sat on. Plus it's all wood, and I really prefer the older chairs with the wicker seat and back. Much more comfortable.

One day I'd like to build one of those outdoor Adirondack glider chairs. I love gliders because their motion is even smoother than rockers, and they don't require a smooth surface to perform at their best. I would sit the gliders (one for Kate, too) out on our front porch and we would lounge in the spring air, sipping Southsides, chatting with neighbors, rocking our worries into submission.

And if we took Ecstasy we could rock and roll.

But we'll just rock.