Thursday, the munchkin and I are heading to Baltimore, by way of the Atlanta airport. I'm looking forward to getting away. I haven't seen Gma-hoof in 16 months and know that she is so excited to see "her baby" (not me, the munchkin). Mom and Laura are also coming, too, so the house will be loaded with women who are all strong-minded and range in age from 92 1/2 to 20 months. Good times.
Of course, now Grandma is convinced she is dying, which she is. Technically, we all are. But she believes hers must be imminent because I'm coming to visit and Laura's coming to visit; even Step-daddy is stopping by this week (unannounced). That may cause her to pull out her will. I just hope the visit is enjoyable for her. I don't think she remembers how much energy a munchkin requires but with the three of us to chase her around, she should be fine to just laugh and point.
Most of all, I'm looking forward to getting another photo of the 4 generations of women. Granted, I'll look like the odd (wo)man out because I'll be the only brunette, but I'll take it. I know they're mine.
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