For the last couple of weeks I've been dashing back and forth to the fabric store (a bit of an unnatural habitat for me) and sewing little burp cloths and receiving blankets and baby slings. I've also been perusing the classifieds for bassinets and strollers. Oh and I painted an old dresser a cute brown and green.
While in the midst of one of these activities I got a call from one of my more brilliant relatives who could hear the sewing machine in the background, and I told her I was busy playing Grandma. She pointed out that it's funny how we just play at things when we first start out. Like when we're newly married we 'play house' and when we have our first baby we 'play Mom'. Like little kids playing dress up.
How true is that? I am so playing at this Grandma thing--I love it mind you, but I'm not nearly old enough to actually be doing it. The best part is that I get to wear comfy orthopedic shoes for this game instead of high heels that I never did learn to walk in.