"Grandchildren are like flowers, you never get tired of watching them grow."—author unknown
Friday is our new babysitting day for our granddaughter, Lyla. Cecile was there by 6:30 AM and our son Jason and I got there about the same time. I Ubered up later in the morning. Our son in law Kyle took a long bike ride and hooked up with us later and Michelle was at work.
I brought their handsome German Shepard, Decker a couple of bone-shaped biscuits I picked up in the doggie basket at Charles Schwab while making a deposit. Yes, this is dog-friendly California and bringing treats for Decker makes you a friend for life.
I took over the noon sitting shift from Cecile. Lyla was staring rather intently at her uncle Jason. She doesn’t see him as often, but he had the day off from work and joined in the fun. I got the honors to feed Lyla after her nap—my favorite thing to do and Jason and I took her and Decker to the rose garden at Red Morton Community Park in Redwood City. The park is huge, and though Jason had been to this park before he had not seen the Rose Garden, decorative Roman fountain and the Bocce ball court on the far end of the park.
The temperature was about 83 degrees, the air sweet and mild, a slight breeze in the air, and a white band of cloud formation that hung above the hills in the distance. This was in far contrast to the 98-degree weather we had the other day.
Lyla was fixated on the large blooming purple rose, my favorite color. She is at the stage where everything goes into her mouth. She is now recently begun brushing her four teeth and loves doing it.
After Jason and I circumnavigated the park we headed back to Kyle and Michelle’s house. it was time for another bottle feeding, and nap time. When she woke up her "dada Kyle" took over and we said our goodbyes. She has finally mastered the word dada.
Jason returned home, and Cecile and I headed for Standford Shopping Center. We did some food gathering at Sigona’s family-owned produce and specialty grocery store, which has the feel of an old-fashion open-air market of years ago.
As we headed back to Cecile’s car, I took some photos of the flower blossoms in the large cement plant holders that grace the grounds of Palo Alto’s signature shopping center.
What a lovely way to have the day unfold, and a great way to begin the weekend.
