Last Monday, I said I was starting a new daily feature, What I Learned Today.

What I've learned since then is that I shouldn't promise things I won't deliver, like a daily feature called What I Learned Today and then not produce another post for a week.

Maybe to say I lied is a stretch. But I've certainly missed a few deadlines.

Maybe that's one of the things I've learned since last Monday: I don't want deadlines any more. I've had 30 years of them.

So maybe it's more realistic to say that I'll write about what I learned today when I've learned something worth writing about - and the spirit moves me to write about it.

Which brings me to Claire.

She is adorable. Precocious. Talented. Blah, blah, blah.

She also doesn't much like her GG.

I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I'm loud and I'm not in her life as much as her other grandmother, who is a genuinely wonderful woman.

I don't "do" babies. Been there, done that. Didn't do it much with Claire - or with the other four, for that matter.

I like 'em when they understand sarcasm and can find the refrigerator, go to the bathroom and to bed by themselves.

I'm particularly fond of teenagers.

Claire is only two.

Genevieve - the younger of the older four - didn't like me much when she was little, either. But she wasn't quite so verbal about it as Claire.

I'm not offended. She's entitled to like who she likes - and maybe I'll grow on her.

Genevieve and I eventually bonded over a pair of shoes - shoes she now admits were the ugliest shoes on earth. They had clear plastic wedge heels with fake fish in the heels.

I bought them because I know how it is to long for a particular pair of shoes.

I bought Claire a pair of hot pink cowboy boots the other day. I admit I was trying to buy her affection.

She saw right through my ploy.

But she does love shoes.

So there's hope.

I'll try again.

A pair of pink Crocs might work.

Maybe.