baby bear and i just returned from accompanying gramma debbie to visit great gramma in the great cheese state. hannah did so well on the road. oh, the trip was lengthened by diaper changes at every stop, but we enjoyed the journey in spite of the circumstance.
hannah seemed to recognize great-gramma's house. she made herself at home, crawling wherever she could get to. people who had never seen her before thought she was mini-daddy, but those who had met her on previous visits (february and may) said she is starting to look like me, too. the first day, we set up her mini-pack and play in great-gramma's hospital room so we could wait during the surgery. hannah didn't think napping there was acceptable, and was particularly grouchy on saturday. gramma debbie tracked down great-gramma's car keys and drove separately so hannah wouldn't have to stay so long the rest of the week. i observed that hannah seemed to know not to tackle great-gramma like she tackles everyone else. perhaps it was the sterility of the hospital room, but she did not climb up on her shoulder, she crawled on he gingerly at first. she cruised furniture, attempted to escape the "prison" and go down the hallway, but she did not beat up our injured loved one. the nurses and staff loved her, and great-gramma loved having her there.
on tuesday, the change in great-gramma's surroundings from the hospital to the rehab room also seemed to affect or little socialite. perhaps it was the carpet, or the homey furnishings in the common areas, or the fact that great-gramma was in her own clothes instead of hospital gowns. whatever the reason, hannah seemed much more content. except when she couldn't push the wheelchair because the brakes were set.
when we arrived back in memphis last night, hannah was thrilled to find princess the cat waiting for her. princess would never admit it, and by this morning she was hissing so we had to separate the two of them. hannah chased that beige tabby-cat all over the living room, kitchen, and dining nook at daddy's parents' house. she giggled her deepest belly-laugh, and was overjoyed to be out of her carseat after 14 1/2 hours on the road.
after princess finally decided to hide, we bagan playing with her toys. "where's toy kitty?" i asked. she crawled and picked up the grey stuffed cat which aunt sara and uncle grant brought her on their very first visit to meet her. "where's baby doll?" again, she successfully identified the correct toy. "where's coon?" right again. perhaps it was by chance, but i like to think she really was answering my questions correctly.
hannah and daddy spent quality time together while i went to bunko and my jewelry show tonight. daddy said she's grown a lot and her hair is longer than it was a week ago. must be that wisconsin cheese.
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