Grammy and Papa

I’m starting to realize that although my parents love to visit me, I am no longer the center of their world.

And I am okay with that. Not only do we have a great time when they visit, but they help so much. They feed the baby, feed the dog, hold the baby, hold the dog, clean the kitchen, cook us dinner… It’s great! We always know when it’s about time for them to head home: when Lynyrd goes to Grammy when he needs something instead of me, and when Justin and I don’t even flinch when James cries, because we know Grammy will get him.

I think James might love his Grammy more than any other person in the world.

All she has to do is look at him, and he smiles.

James also loves his quality time with Papa.

There is never a dull moment when Papa is around. They watch videos on his cell phone.

They read.

They play.

And they play some more.

When it’s bedtime, they just sit back and relax.

And since Papa knows James loves music, he even serenaded him to sleep one night.

Grammy joined in serenading her other Grandson.

And they danced around to beach music, singing William Bell’s song, Private Number. “Baby, baby, baby…”

It was such a well-rounded trip: We even visited some Great Grandparents! James got see Bama, who he hasn’t seen since he was 4 days old!

He absolutely loved her.

Then we visited Nanny and Moose. No matter how much James grows, Moose always manages to make him look small.

We always have such a great time hanging out with you, Mom and Dad. Thanks for making the trip and for all the help that gave us a much needed break.

We love you and hope you catch up on some sleep now that you’re home. We can’t wait ‘til next time!