I suppose there's quite a bit to write on tonight. How motivated I'll be to get it all down is a different story. I'll start with this weekend and move forward. Grandma had a stroke/heart attack/both on Saturday and was put in the hospital. You know, she takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'. She's a trooper. The doctors said surgery at 91.5 years of age wouldn't do a WHOLE lot, never mind the fact that Grandma is vehemently against any attempt to prolong her life. She's ready, she has been for years. Sarah and I drove down yesterday to see her and I can't tell you how much I love and admire that woman.

My grandma is extra special in my heart because she is truly the reason that Joel and I are together. It was when I was living with her that Joel and I talked more seriously online. It was while I was living with her that I was slowly falling in love with him. Grandma is a spitfire. Despite being slightly not with it, okay maybe a bit more than slightly - she is still as fiery and hilarious as she's always been, in her way. In fact, maybe more so now. It's like she's letting go, releasing that need to control her life. I think it's sort of a blessing for her. I can't remember wanting to cry whenever I think about her, but it's how I've been the last few days. Not crying because I don't want her to go, but crying because I'm so grateful to have known her and lived with her for those few months.

So that was yesterday and Monday and Sunday for us. Yesterday I went and had my doctors appointment. It was supposed to be today but apparently I'm a space cadet and took the ferry over before even checking my calendar to see what day it was. Thank goodness they were able to fit me in an hour later. Everything is as it should be. I heard the little one's heartbeat - and 'he' kicked the doppler thing so it made a little bloop sound. It was pretty fun.

Sarah continues to potty train herself. She now cries if she wets her diaper and I try to reassure her that it's okay. Today I was late getting her up after her nap and she was sobbing saying, "Pee pee in my diaper mama!" I smiled in my heart to hear such sweet innocent words! And last night she stayed dry all night - can you believe this? I'm not counting my eggs before they hatch, and I'm not pushing it, I'm just grateful she's open to learning! She gets that from her dad. Always got to learn something new and implement it right away. :)

And that's all I got folks. For those of you that have blogs and read mine - I'm missing your updates! Life must be busy out there, and I'd love to hear about it! :)