....is not all it's cracked up to be. First, he's not crazy about his carseat. Second, his carseat still faces backward (for 1 more week) so whatever I do to attend to him I have to do waving my right hand/arm around blindly in the back seat praying that I'm putting his dropped toy or cup or whatever somewhere in the general vicinity of his face/hands. He is not one of those children who conks out the second he's in the car. The entire way to Yaya's house (my mother) (about 3 hours) we alternated between happy babbling (I can tolerate that), screeching at the top of his lungs to hear his own voice (not quite as pleasant but still tolerable in small doses) to meltdown mode (which almost drove me to drink). Now you have to realize, my boy is not a bad child. He's a great baby and we've been really spoiled to have him as our first. He is just not a fan of road trips. At all.
Anyway, after 3 long hours we got to Yaya's house to see her and Nana (my grandmother). We stayed from Thursday til Saturday and most of the time we enjoyed ourselves. My boy & Nana became fast friends playing peek-a-boo, which he could play all day long. Yaya enjoyed getting him dressed after his bath at night, which usually turns into a wrestling match that WWE couldn't even compete with. Usually at our house bathtime goes somewhat like this: 1) Have all the stuff ready -- towel, powder, diaper, PJs, butt paste (that's what it's called). 2) Get Wee One out of bathtub and onto towel. 3) Spend next 20 minutes chasing a half naked baby all over the bed trying to get his clothes on before he pees all over everything and/or crawls off the edge of the bed. Fortunately for Yaya, he was on his best behavior and let her dress him w/out incident! And don't you know my boy just hated all that attention from those 2 old ladies. He sat & watched the hummingbirds with Nana and tolerated it when Yaya pushed him around the yard in her wheelbarrow.
However, we were both really glad to be back at home with Papi. That afternoon/night my boy was stuck to Jesus like superglue and started screaming when I tried to put him to bed. He wanted Papi to do it! Of course Hubs wasn't happy about that at all! :) They are best buds and I am very blessed to have a husband that puts so much effort into being a phenomenal dad. Hubs didn't have a great role model growing up (dad was abusive and mom died when he was young) and he has more than proven to himself and the world that he is not repeating history. I know they are crazy about each other just by watching how they play -- and far be it for me to interrupt them! Half the time my boy doesn't even want to nurse if Hubs is around for fear he might miss something funny that Papi does! Yesterday Hubs took him to have hamburgers with the guys and they both had a blast. Now that he's less dependent on Mom for milk and other stuff they get more time together to scratch and spit and belch and do guy stuff. They love to go out in the veggie garden Hubs has in the back and water the flowers and see if there are any ripe tomatoes.
I'll try again to post photos of Young Master G. I've tried unsuccessfully several times. Either I'm computer-challenged or the computer is photo-challenged. He really is worth seeing, even if my own opinion is a bit skewed.
Still no input from Hubs on the favorite movie bit. I have to catch him at the right time; otherwise he's likely to give me silly answers. Adios!
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