There are people who take ‘master blogging courses’ to develop the art of blogging. I suspect that if I took the course I would fail. Not just because the formatting and fonts of this particular post have taken on a life of their own.
I think one is supposed to stay focused on a theme of the blog – which in my case I could choose from many:
Coaching and Empowerment
Movie and Book reviews
Daily life from the persective of a life coach, Nana, business person.
And of course I have a lot to say about playing in clay, painting, and art that I haven’t even begun to mention here.
It makes perfect sense to have one area of interest in a blog. Obviously the blog then attracts the people who also have that interest.
And here I have this haberdashery of posts that has the potential of annoying readers who really don’t want to know about travelling to Turkey and Greece, or could care less about my ongoing saga of the Christmas Tree.
At least I started separate blogs about CFLs and about faeries. After all, how many seemingly unrelated categories can one add to just one blog!
Not so sure what I ought to do about all this, but this post is about my grandaughter. I probably ought to do an entirely separate blog about being a Nana… I know that little tidbits of joy, funny moments, and reflecting on the brilliance and beauty of this child, and the constant awe I have as a grandmother watching her grow and learn, may just be a bit much for others wanting to read about empowerment or creativity or quotes. And so, I’ve not written alot in this blog about Evalee.
BUT Evalee is staying with me for a few days and I’m having SUCH a good time! She is 19 months old. Yesterday when I attempted to get her down for a second nap (because we had an event to go to late that night.. Global Dance! (Picture below) She curled up beside me with a bottle (okay, it was a bribe), all snug as a bug. I knew it wasn’t working and I laughed when she finished her bottle, sat up in bed and announced cheerfully, “Morning!”
She did fall asleep on the way to Global Dance, but I’m a smart Nana, I left early so we could drive around and she could nap. And then she danced and danced to Bollywood and more, wearing tutu and sneakers as recommended by Auntie and Mommy.
Today, I drew a picture of ‘Evalee’ while we were playing with crayons.. saying, “Evalee’s head, smile, arms, tummy. etc” then I put a sticker on the tummy. Evalee wanted a sticker and she pulled up her shirt and put it on her tummy!!!!!!! Incredible how the concepts connect, isn’t it?
It’s a shame the video I took is too dark.. because really who wouldn’t want to watch a video of my grandaughter dancing? Maybe next time.
If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice,
I should advise every one of you straight away to become one.
There is no fun for old people like it!
~Hannah Whithall Smith~
It’s amazing how grandparents seem so young once you become one.