I just carried Jane upstairs for her nap. I asked her if I could carry her because I don't always carry her now since she is almost three. I said, "oh, I like to carry you, then I can pretend that you are my baby. But you aren't really my baby anymore are you. Are you starting to be a big girl?"

Then Jane said, "No, I'm starting to be...a Mommy!"

Well, not quite, but it was cute. I'm not quite ready to be a Grandma yet. Actually. I take that back. Maybe today I am ready. That would mean that I wouldn't have this ridiculously messy house to clean, 4 other peoples laundry and dishes to wash, and I would probably not be sitting here at the computer, close to 1pm, still in my pajamas. But I guess I would miss out on a lot of other stuff then that I probably don't want to miss out on.