I am jointly raising my granddaughter with her Momma. At times...very precariously defining my stance through action. My daughter does not see the need for those Patty cake moments...jumping rope..and hide and go seek childhood rites of passage. Drives me bat shit. I am just the opposite. That is why my husband and I worked so hard to maintain on a one income household. For my children. Well, big fucking whoop dee doo. The thirty somethings *that I partook in raising* do not view childhood as I do.

Anyway...small rant has expired...yes..they still exist ER...but it is endangered.

The one reason I started my blahg was I wanted my granddaughter to know her grandmother. I was hoping for memories to surface when she read it. We'll see.