Nana came to stay while Shane went to L.A. It's a dream having her watch Mahalia because she just talks and talks and sings kids' songs and dangles toys over Mahalia's face and Mahalia is just in 7th Heaven. Watching my own mother with my own baby made me feel kind of funny inside. I suppose it's a sort of nostalgia and perhaps that's the actual word to describe it. But what is it called when it's a type of nostalgia for a memory not remembered? I mean, was she like that when I was a baby and? Was I captivated by her like that? and then the inevitable feeling that some day Mahalia will be grown up and live far away from me and it makes my heart melt. ho hum. We still have krocuses to pick and dance recitals and girl fights and boyfriends to get through. I mean hell, we don't even have teeth yet. Anyhow, mom and I spent some fun, quality time together and did some things like roast a chicken, look at some really old American Indian artifacts at a museum and organize the neverending pile of hand-me-down baby clothes.