It's not all frosting

I had full care of my son's three beautiful daughters for a few days while he and his wife explored Italy. Earlier I posted about one of those daughters and her thoughtful Mother's Day gift and an explanation of how grandmas are moms with lots of frosting.

This time, it was not all frosting. All three came down with a springtime monster virus which necessitated three different trips to the pediatrician on Wednesday, then Thursday, and finally late Friday afternoon with the eventual dispensing of three different doses of antibiotics for ear infections. It was like dominoes. Poor babies!

By Saturday evening we were mostly in the pink except for the baby's runny nose and everyone's coughs.

I love my new sink which is big enough for a baby's bath and also very kind to grandma's back.

Their other sweet grandma, Christy, was in charge the first week as her daughter and my son explored Spain and southern France. There was lots of frosting on her watch with parties and swimming. Ruby wanted to document her owie from trying to swim between Grandpa Randy's legs and bumping into the steps for her parents to see. (The scab was off before they saw it in person.)

The baby was the first to go down and that was the end of Christy's frosting and the beginning of long nights and pediatricians. Wednesday afternoon it took both of us, one to hold the feverish unhappy baby and one to feed and help the older girls.

Fortunately by Saturday afternoon, we felt well enough for some frosting as we left the baby with Grandpa Glen and meet Susan, Heather, and Toby at the the Tempe Fine Arts Center for Childsplay's production of "The Borrowers."

This time they used shadow puppets to differentiate between 5 inch "borrowers" and full size "human beans." It was clever and the props and costumes were outstanding. Last spring we went to "The BFG" and they used marionettes to distinguish between giants and normal people.

The play was based on the first two books in the series by Mary Norton.

We always love to walk around outside before going home. The negative edge pool makes it look like Tempe Town Lake is a part of the fine arts complex.

They are building a foot bridge over the new inflatable dams on the west end in hopes that the bridge will provide shade and prolong the life of the dams.

Here are my two "borrowers" with the pencils they "borrowed." Grandma bought the pencils with real lead and erasers because that is what Grandpa Glen would have done.