Thursday, June 23, 2011
A very sweet little boy crawled up the bed and nestled himself down on top of the covers with his blanket and froggy and went to sleep between my husband (Papa) and me (Nanny). Sound, peaceful sleep. It was the first night in four weeks that he didn't wake up crying. When he became restless and started to wiggle, his Papa got up and put the sleeping boy back into his own 'big boy' bed. It was the first night in four weeks I was not up at 2:30, 3:30, 4:30 and 5:30. It was the first morning that came in a month that I awoke feeling rested. Oh, the peace that a restful night brings! South Georgia has been in sever drought and the water table is down 14.75 inches for the year. It has been 100* or higher everyday since the first of May with only one evening of rain and no end in sight.
It is miserable to try to walk, the hottest time of day is after I am home from work. The only food that appeals is a cold crisp green salad which doesn't do much for protein. The heat kills any desire to cook a single thing. Energy is lacking for the entire family, tempers flare, and it makes all of us from smallest to biggest feel like whining and that sweet little person got dehydrated. It was a gradual thing, and then it was terrible. He is well hydrated now and much more like himself. Happy, playful and rested.
Yesterday, after work, I put him in the stroller, we leashed the lab and off we went for a walk - a Boy, his Dog and his Nanny - armed with six cups of ice, a pitcher of water and two cups. We drank it all as we walked along - up, then down, then up, then around the bend and back again. Back at the house to a head washing, bath bubble good time with boats and ducks and lots of splashing. The joy of being a grandmother is such a blessing I cannot describe it. Let the world around me reflect the change in me.