Once more my somewhat less than uber photography skills have been used for your viewing (dis)pleasure.

If you can't tell from the picture, that's a hat and scarf -- and it really was a lot cuter in person. I whipped them up for my grandaughter, who will be 4 years old in a few days. They went out in the mail today, so hopefully I'll get a picture back before too long to show them being worn.

Now, a word about me being a grandmother -- and I always feel compelled to explain this. I am in my early 40's, but am already the grandmother to two beautiful little girls. While the arithmetic would work anyway, there is a side story.

Not so many years ago, my husband and I came to terms with the fact that creating our own biological child would be highly unlikely. Actually, maybe we never came to terms with it -- to me that suggests a much more noble and gracious view than we came to have -- maybe we just accepted that it's the hand that was dealt. Didn't like it, still don't like it, still cry about it some days. But, life moved on.

In any case, we decided to adopt. And so we did. Two lovely little girls, sisters, who were at the time aged 6 and 3. A downside to adopting older children is one I only realized when they were grown. I know most parents say their kids grow up too fast, but ours really did....we got short changed by 6 and 3 years of time. And, even though I was 26 when I became a mother...it was a short 13 years later that I became a grandmother. And while I adore my granddaughters, I do stumble over calling myself Nana.