Lucy's newly-invented word of the day:
Gramoflage
When Grandma is hiding out somewhere, reading her book, trying to quietly blend into the background, she is not camoflaged, she's gramoflaged.
But Lucy and Gavin can always seem to find her anyway.
I'm so grateful she's here. Not just to take care of me -- also to give the kids someone ELSE to sit on since at the moment they can't sit on me. 