over the river and through the dale...

Okay, so it's not winter, I don't think there's a river between here and Grandma's house, and I'm not even sure what a dale is, although I think it's some type of field or woods or something. But the rest is true of today: to Grandmother's (and Grandfather's) house we go.

Al had a day off today, although I'm sure he would have loved to work it (Sunday + overtime = good paycheck). When we got up--late, since Bridget slept til about 10:30 am (ish), although we got up a bit earlier than her--Al asked, "What did you want to do today?" Of course, the one thing I mentioned, marking the sprinklers for the crew that's going to come out and put in the electric doggie fence, didn't get done. Other than that, I had no plans. Then I suggested we go to his parents house so they could see Bridget. We always go out to eat with them, and she's usually asleep in her carseat and never even gets unbuckled from it. That's not quality time with their granddaughter!

So Al called his mom. He came back five minutes later and said they wanted to go out to eat. Ugh. But okay, if that's the way they want to see Bridget, that's the way they get to. I want her to spend time with her grandparents, since she won't have the opportunity to spend any time with my mother (okay, sounds strange and sounds like I wouldn't care if she were alive. Not so; just hits home more this way). When Al called back later to confirm, he told them we'd be coming to their house an hour earlier, so we got to do that, at least. Grandma played with her and Grandpa talked to Al and looked at her a couple of times. Then we went out to eat, and Bridget ate while we did--we gave her her bottle early tonight. All in all, it was a good visit, and Grandma said to give her a call and drop by anytime since she's usually home during the day. I might just start doing that every week or so.

The grasping things with her hands looks more and more un-flukelike, too. Today I pointed out the tiny black and white zebra tail that sticks up out of the floor of Bridget's playmat (she was having tummy time and needed something besides me to look at). She grasped it and kept pulling on it, and if it came out of her grasp, she made a point to grab it again. I never thought watching something so insignificant would be so fun, but it is.

Good day, except for this enormous black fly buzzing my head and attracted to my computer screen. It came in when Al had the sliding door open earlier, and is annoying me now. Let's hope it's dead by tomorrow. Until then...

P.S. What was I thinking? Through the woods, not dale. Mommy brain. And hot tub with a beer brain. This pregnancy then breastfeeding thing does a number on your alcohol tolerance level, that's for sure.