I'm now comfortably settled into being a
grandmother. New mom Dawn returned to work a couple weeks ago, and I
tend the nearly three-month old twice a week. Brandon and I spend a lot
of his awake time making faces and weird sounds for one another.
There are two times with him that I especially relish: The first is
the end of his bottle when he's no longer hungry. His eyes get
squinty as he looks at me, he loosens his grip on the nipple, grins
crookedly like his grandfather used to and utters a coo with a
question mark at the end.
Then there are the times he's undressed
down to no more than a diaper. I watch as he wears himself out,
spastically kicking his legs and pumping his arms to his own music. His
grins are not yet chortles, but he's having a grand time.
And so am I.
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