Well, he ARRIVED! Daddy (my son) delivered him straight from a cookout. He was covered with watermelon juice but that's ok cause he's a Southern boy. He had his new 'squeak" sandals on (a new thing for babies) so he didn't want to come inside. He wanted to hear his shoes squeak. Once inside he decided he really liked the fabric that I had stacked ready to sort until he spotted my mini laptop. Grinned from ear to ear! Had to hide it. Then he had to "investigate" with me right behind him so he wouldn't get hurt. Then on to bath to wash off watermelon juice, not too bad, didn't drown the bathroom. Wrestled to get his diaper on and "I' ended up with Desitin all over me. Got PJ's on, gave him some milk, found his "paci". He was still running around. Suddenly he laid his sweet little blonde head over on the coffee table and was soooo pitiful. I picked him up, love and kisses all over his now sweet smelling baby self, and put him to bed. Have heard not a peep out of him!!
Came to sit/lay on couch and looked around....why did I do all that cleaning today?????? And he was only here for 2 hours total before bedtime!!
Ahhh, Nana love!!