<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805125177310467863</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:03:48.729-06:00</updated><category term='Grandchildren'/><title type='text'>Nannys Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>A chronicle of my life as a grandmother of 18. My Goal: To love and nuture my grandchildren toward a knowledge of God and his will in their lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janice: AKA Nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02591158813808768660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805125177310467863.post-1392527743405479079</id><published>2009-05-15T06:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:54:31.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandchildren'/><title type='text'>What I Learned from Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;About three weeks ago, I was asked to babysit for three of my grandchildren who live here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gardendale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Katie Jane age 3, Luke age 2 and Olivia (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) just turned 1. Scott, our oldest son and Tamara, his wife were taking their oldest, Kennedy, to see a play. I got to the house and Kennedy was dressed for the evening looking lovely in heels. By the way, she is already 5' 9" in sock feet and she is 13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Merritt, granddaughter of our third oldest, was over for a visit. She just turned 6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;........get the picture, Nanny and 4 kids, 6 and under. Sound like fun? It was. Merritt, the older cousin, was a great little helper. She played well with Katie while Luke followed close behind observing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scooted all over the house in a fashion not easily put into words. Her locomotion resembles a person in Indian sitting position with one leg curled and the other extended. The extended leg provides the leverage while the curled leg is scraped along the floor. Sounds strange but is quite effective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Merritt and Katie were dragging purses around with toys and assorted "things" in them, so Luke decided to pick up an idle purse Katie had been using. It was blue-green with the shiny spangles all over it. All was going well until Katie realized that Luke had claimed her discarded purse. She immediately began grabbing for it while Luke resisted with his loudest protests. A tug of war ensued with tears and screams from both parties. All my efforts at negotiation failed and finally, Katie prevailed. Luke sat down on the floor and sulked for about 30 seconds and claimed another discarded purse with less appeal, but preferable to none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Merritt and Katie played house with the Littlest Pet Shop while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disassembled their creations. About 7:30 Luke began to run around the house saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and rubbing his eyes. He was tired and ready for bed. Faces washed, teeth brushed and pajamas on, Luke continued going all through the house repeating "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Merritt tried to assist saying "Luke, what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" No response, just "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". We took him in every room in the house, looking in closets and under beds, offering every Kermit, Grover, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Earnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Mickey etc. we could find. Lori and Scott arrived about 8:15 to take Merritt home. Alas, my helper was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I put Luke and Katie in bed, said prayers and turned on a Disney movie to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lull&lt;/span&gt; them to sleep. No such luck for Luke. He would alternately lie down for 2 minutes, stand up in bed and scream "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". I put every blanket I could find in bed with him to see if any would suffice. Nothing worked! At 9:00 Scott called to check in, it was intermission at the play. I told him of my plight and he said "Oh, it's just his Elmo blanket. It is bluish-green with red Elmo's on it." I told him I had not seen it in all my searching and he said it had to be in the house. Luke had it earlier in the day. He said he would call back later to check on me to see if I had found it and closed with "He will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; go to sleep without his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I again searched all over the house, under beds, sofas, tables, in closets, and I even crept into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Livie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room while she slept and looked in her crib for the elusive "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;NO LUCK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Scott called back at 10:00 as promised. No progress. No Elmo blanket. No "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". No other suggestions but convinced he was convinced Luke had hidden it somewhere in the house. I tried rocking him. He did not appreciate my efforts. He was restless and yearning for his comfort. I went back into the room and changed the movie to Peter Pan. I was stepping back to go around a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;childs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; foam easy chair and I almost tripped over it. When I straightened myself up my eyes fell on the edge of a fuzzy bluish-green with red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BLANKET&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Luke had stuffed it down into a pocket on the back of his easy chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I pulled the prized "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" out of its hiding place and walked over to his crib. He looked up at me and smiled. I spread the blanket over his little body and he immediately curled up into a ball, resembling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;rolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He closed his eyes and he was asleep in 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So you are wondering............and the point is? Luke's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" incident posed a question to my heart. What if in our grown-up lives we were as passionate about not putting our heads on our pillows at night and closing our eyes for sleep until our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;COVERING, SECURITY, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;COMFORTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, PEACE,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;yes our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SAVIOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;wrapped us in His embrace and we had a warm conversation with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Him.&lt;/span&gt; Wouldn't sleep be sweeter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;He is always there waiting, are we searching for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805125177310467863-1392527743405479079?l=nannysheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1392527743405479079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-learned-from-luke_15.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/1392527743405479079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/1392527743405479079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-learned-from-luke_15.html' title='What I Learned from Luke'/><author><name>Janice: AKA Nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02591158813808768660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805125177310467863.post-8743375450222887661</id><published>2009-05-06T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:58:21.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Personal signatures - cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTYyMTgwMjM4OSZwdD*xMjQxNjIxODkyNDIzJnA9MjY4MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1kMTY5ZjcxOGRjMmM*OWExYTIxMTI1ZGU*ZWZjYTU*MiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;TEXTAREA_ID&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3dpbGRmaXJlLmdpZ3lhLmNvbS93aWxkZmlyZS93ZnBvcC5hc3B4P21vZHVsZT1lbWFpbCZ1cmw9aHR*cCUzYSUyZiUyZnd3dy5teWxpdmVzaWduYXR1cmUuY29tJTJmbWxzX3dpemFyZDFfNi5waHA=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805125177310467863-8743375450222887661?l=nannysheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8743375450222887661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-personal-signatures-cool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/8743375450222887661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/8743375450222887661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-personal-signatures-cool.html' title='Free Personal signatures - cool!'/><author><name>Janice: AKA Nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02591158813808768660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805125177310467863.post-7546159995340954184</id><published>2009-05-06T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:50:55.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGING FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I am so blessed by all of you who have visited my blog.  I have visited all of yours through Nina's but I am really enjoying this so much.  I have much to learn, like how to draft a post without really posting.  Yesterday I was working on a new post about Luke, my third youngest grandchild and I realized later that when I published and then converted back to draft, my blog went out to Nina and probably some others.  It is not quite ready so apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Thank you from all of you who have become followers.  I can't figure out how to email some of you after a comment or place myself on your blog as a follower, so this is for all of you.  THANKS AND BLOGGY HUGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I hope to have time soon to consult with my expert DAUGHTER-in law about some of the technicalities of operating a blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I will be visiting soon.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805125177310467863-7546159995340954184?l=nannysheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7546159995340954184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-friends.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/7546159995340954184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/7546159995340954184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-friends.html' title='BLOGGING FRIENDS'/><author><name>Janice: AKA Nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02591158813808768660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805125177310467863.post-3257866799816925424</id><published>2009-05-04T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:15:45.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Trinity Sierra and Brooklyn Malena celebrate birthdays this week. I so long to see them. On Friday night I had a vivid dream of a visit. I was at home and I heard a commotion outside the door. As I approached the door I heard "I'm first, I'm first!" along with a chorus of giggles, screams and footfalls. The door burst open and I was virtually tackled by Brooklyn. We just sat down in the floor and laughed and cried. Sadly, the dream ended with my waking in tears. I didn't want to wake, I wanted to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the nature of long distance grandmothering. It consists of Skype calls, packages sent and viewing their mom's blog once or several times daily to catch or review pictures of life in Portugal and the beautiful faces of 5 of my precious grandchildren. Nina is also excellent at sending me frequent "Smileboxes" which contain pictures of daily happenings and an occasional video clip. Thank you, Nina. I love these special glimpses of their every day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw Trinity and Brooklyn, February 2008, they were 3 and 8 respectively. They have grown so much (I can tell from pictures). They are now 5 and 10. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNDu-xtehK4/Sf8RMxNLHNI/AAAAAAAAABc/pZvRNscKl8I/s1600-h/trin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999394894650578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNDu-xtehK4/Sf8RMxNLHNI/AAAAAAAAABc/pZvRNscKl8I/s400/trin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinity is Miss Verbose. She can talk, seemingly without breathing, for minutes on end. She is into everyone's business and knows all that is going on (at least her version) in the family. She is very bright and expressive. It is a joy to listen to her and I am lucky if I can insert a comment into our conversation along the way. Happy Birthday to my favorite 5 year old!!! I love you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bunches&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Brooklyn is more reserved, a reader by practice and self-declaration. She devours books and has since she could get anyone to read to her. She would always approach me with a book before she began to read herself. When &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNDu-xtehK4/Sf8QH78-pgI/AAAAAAAAABU/Gd-_C2thDVY/s1600-h/DSCF1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998212368541186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNDu-xtehK4/Sf8QH78-pgI/AAAAAAAAABU/Gd-_C2thDVY/s320/DSCF1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the joy of having her spend the night in my home, she would cry if she had to go to bed with the light turned out because she wanted to read herself to sleep which might take hours if uncurtailed. Happy Birthday to my first Andrzejewski grandchild. I love you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bushels&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Having a large number of grandchildren (18) gives me a wonderful view of God's amazing love for us. Not a single one is like the other. They are so unique and special that you get to see the handiwork of a loving Lord and share the joys of His creation in a very profound way. I have often pondered the individuality of each child, how some resemble their mother, some their father and each resemble both. Viewing them via Skype strangely allows me to see them differently than in person. Their facial expressions and body language remind me of their parents or often other family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was on Skype with them. It just so happens that 6am at my home is school lunch break at theirs. Trinity struggled for her solo dialogue, Justice pushed and shoved her out of the way to take over the full view of the camera and interject an occasional unintelligible word while flashing a 24 carat smile. Liberty sat very demurely and conversed like a 12 year old of what is going on at school. Faith told me how she missed everyone and wanted pictures and knee pads for bicycle riding, and Brooklyn talked of reading a book about dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a couple of boxes and they received them today. One mistake I made was sending one water pistol. Duh, Nanny, don't you know you can't have a water battle with one water pistol. Well, I will remedy that shortly. I also have a surprise coming in that same box. I plan to send it later this week. Watch for it kids. Nanny loves you, write me a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805125177310467863-3257866799816925424?l=nannysheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3257866799816925424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/longings.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/3257866799816925424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/3257866799816925424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/longings.html' title='Longings'/><author><name>Janice: AKA Nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02591158813808768660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNDu-xtehK4/Sf8RMxNLHNI/AAAAAAAAABc/pZvRNscKl8I/s72-c/trin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805125177310467863.post-6978937817310907965</id><published>2009-04-20T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:40:15.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandchildren'/><title type='text'>BEGINNINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Today I begin a new venture.  I will become a blogger, whatever that is.  I have been a follower of several bloggs for about a year.  I got started when my son, Michael, after answering the call to serve his Lord as a missionary to Portugal, took my precious daughter-in-law, Nina and five of my beloved grandchildren across the ocean from me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Nina began her blog "Portugal Bound" before they left but I began following it daily after their arrival in their new home.  It has kept me in touch with the family and has allowed me to feel like a part of their mission.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;I have grown to enjoy reading several blogs which I linked to from hers.  Finding that I really enjoyed learning about people from far away places and feeling as if I knew them almost on a personal level, I have decided to enter the blogisphere myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;One of the great passions of my life is my grandchildren.  One of my greatest longings is to spend as much time with them as possible.  My soul is nourished when I am allowed to enter their worlds and get a glimpse into their hearts.  I like cooking for them, talking walks and finding "treasures" that their mothers may not appreciate, telling them stories about my childhood, playing games with them and most of all, just sitting and talking about random events and topics that reveal to me their thoughts, problems, hopes and fears.  Their ages range from 17 to 1.  I am truly blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Well, welcome to my blog.  Come with me as I learn how to do this and I'll show you some secret places in my heart, 18 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805125177310467863-6978937817310907965?l=nannysheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6978937817310907965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/beginnings.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/6978937817310907965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805125177310467863/posts/default/6978937817310907965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannysheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/beginnings.html' title='BEGINNINGS'/><author><name>Janice: AKA Nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02591158813808768660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
