These pictures might give you an idea what my weekend was like watching my 1 1/2 year old granddaughter.
I am plumb tuckered out!
We did have a few quiet moments, but they were few and far between.
Her big brother, Allen, stayed with us too, but he was good as gold.
Well, almost good as gold.
As I was getting her ready for bed, I finally told Reagan she needed to walk a mile in my shoes. So she did…