We Are Family

This morning at breakfast Julia was lamenting her recent lack of quality time with Nonna and Boppa--her maternal grandparents, who have not been able to come visit since my dad had his stroke in January. "Nonna, Nonna, Nonna," she morosely crooned into her Corn Chex. I promised her we'd call Nonna today, and that we'd see Nonna and Boppa at Easter. Her face lit up. "East-oo!" she cried with glee. And then, without taking another breath, she yelled with delight, "Nonna! Boppa! Yayo! Heidi! Geg! Gabey! Ay-dun! Bee-uh! No-No!" (Nonna, Boppa, Lael, Heidi, Greg, Gabe, Adrien, Brea, Noa.) I had to remind her: "And Logan!" "Yogan!" she agreed. My baby just rattled off every last one of her Minnesota relatives. What does YOUR baby do before 8 a.m.?