We took a family trip to Maine over the long weekend to stay with Andy's parents. On Sunday Fraser had his very first toboggan ride ever! He wasn't too sure about it at first, but he warmed up to the idea by the end (warm being a relative term). He actually doesn't seem to mind the cold weather very much, which he obviously must get from his father since I've already threatened to move to Florida several times in the past few months, and we've had a relatively mild winter so far.

Sadly, Fraser's great grandmother, Grammy D, passed away on Sunday. It wasn't unexpected, which I think makes it somewhat easier on Andy and his family, though still very very sad. I'm glad she got to know Fraser at least a little during the past eight months and it makes me very happy to know that she remembered him, and asked after him, right up until the end. I thought that having Fraser (or having children in general) would make any death more difficult to handle and accept, figuring any death would emphasize Fraser's mortality for me and I simply cannot fathom the idea of ever losing him. Instead, I've found that Grammy D's death has made me so much more grateful for, and in awe of, Fraser's life. Having Fraser makes me less sad too because when I look at him I wonder what part of Grammy D I will see in him as he grows. I guess for the first time I really appreciate the idea that anyone who touches a child's life, even for the shortest period of time, helps to shape that child's life, and leaves a lasting imprint on the shape of their world.