A little milestone, sure, but a milestone nontheless.
Grammy sat at the breakfast table with us this morning, for the first time since her fall (a week and five hours ago, in case you’ve lost count)
Okay, “with” us is a stretch, because by the time she made it, the kids were done eating. But it’s not her fault that my son can inhale six waffles in two minutes, is it?
Baby steps, y’all. Baby steps.
Yeah by the time I make my plate, the kids are ready for seconds (or thirds if I was nice and gave them seconds while making my plate).
Still sending speedy MIL recovery thoughts!