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Top 10 Reasons This Post Almost Didn’t Get Written

Top 10 Reasons This Post Almost Didn’t Get Written

feet-619534_1280I’m spending the week with my daughter, son-in-law and their 3-month-old baby. You know. Helping out so Daddy and Mommy can get some things done. Like sleeping, showering, and going to the bathroom while I take care of the adorable grandson. Who is also quite distracting, and for the following 10 reasons is why this post almost didn’t get written.

10. My adorable grandson has been drooling and needs Grammy to wipe it away.

9.  My highly aware grandson doesn’t like wet diapers and needs to be changed again.

8.  My adorable grandson used up all the diapers and Grammy is folding clean ones.

7.  My adorable grandson is fussing and only Grammy can make him happy.

6.  My adorable grandson is sleeping so Grammy and Mommy are madly working their ways through their to-do lists.

5.  My adorable grandson is cooing so we have to Facetime with Papoo and Great-grandma Dorothy so they can enjoy his adorableness.

4.  My adorable grandson’s smile melts Grammy’s heart, and she forgets all about social media.

3.  My precocious grandson just figured out how to put his hand in his mouth, so we are planning what to wear for his presidential inauguration.

2.  My adorable grandson’s mother and I went grocery shopping, which is much easier when the adult to baby ratio is 2 to 1.

1.  My adorable grandson didn’t fuss during the shopping trip so we went to the coffee shop to celebrate.

What kept you from blogging today? Leave a comment.

 

Ten Days

Ten Days

Ten Days Ten ToesHome again
after ten days
with a new grandson
and his parents.

Ten days
of cleaning and cooking,
of shopping and laundry,
and folding diapers just so.

Ten days
of walking the dog,
of reassuring new parents,
and watching them grow confident in their new roles.

Ten days
of snuggling a baby,
of smelling his sweetness,
and marveling at his perfection.

Ten days
of rocking and singing,
of his breath warm against my chest,
and his downy hair tickling my neck.

Ten days
of counting blessings,
of falling in love with 8 pounds, 2 ounces,
and feeling his weight burrow deep into my heart.

Home again
after ten days,
with half of me content to be back,

and the other counting ten toes and ten fingers
two eyes, two ears,
a stub nose and rosebud mouth
in my dreams.