It's Sunday and time for the longed for iChat. Something always fouls it up, but we all love it just the same. Today the transmission from Los Angeles is a bit blurry because my son's camera is on the fritz. And from our end there is no sound and no way we can figure to unmute the transmission. Still, I see my almost three year old grand daughter. Her strawberry blond hair is done up on top of her head. She's wearing a darling red dress which we are told her dad bought for her on a trip the week before. In the crook of her left arm she's holding a bright yellow bowl and in her right hand a whisk with which she's beating something liquidy in the bowl.(We rig up the cell phone so she can hear her grandfather and me.) We tell her how lovely she looks and how happy we are to see her. (It's been a week since her last visit to us.) "Mommy and I made muffins this morning!" she announces. "When I come to D.C. we have to make muffins."We made cookies on her last visit --...(Read Full Post)