Sunday, July 7, 2013


I took my tiny granddaughter into my arms yesterday and she promptly fell asleep. I have joked that like Pavlov's dogs and their dinner bell, she has been trained to think of me and sleep as one and the same. One look at grandma and she suddenly feels very sleepy. I suppose it may be because I often take her into my arms when her sense of humor has been strained by tiredness and the borders of nap time have been encroached upon. It could also be because I love to rock her and sing and what baby can stand against the triple threat of warmth, music and movement?
Rock-a-bye baby.

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