Vivvers

 There is nothing like the big ole' sloppy kisses of a 2 year old.  This little darling is back home in the "flatland" where she lives with her parents, sister and brother. ( I informed her older sister Hannah,  this summer that she didn't have to live there.  That when she graduated from high school she could move. . . . . . in with me.  When they were here for Thanksgiving, I reminded Hannah, and she remembered what I told her.)  Anyway, back to the kisses of a 2 year old.  They are sweet and sometimes boogerie, and if you kiss long enough you can breathe in their essense, suck in their life-force and make you remember that the world is a wonderful place.

The whole "cheek-to-cheek" is pretty good too.

Don't forget the best part of being 2 is the pokey-outtie-hair pony-tails. I love them so much.    I was able to be in hair-duty a couple of times when the Taylor Tots were here, it was good.

This brings me to my #1 rant. . . . . the fact that grandkids live far away.  I know everyone in my family is tired of me gripping about it. But, it doesn't change the fact that it goes against all the good and rightful laws of the universe. . . . grandkids should be close to those who love them most.  (Feel free to add your two-cents worth Bev)  I'm so pathetic, I didn't even get my camera out during their 8-day visit until about an hour before they left.  I thought to myself: "Self,  you call yourself a blogger. . . . you're pathetic."

*sigh*

I will do better.