What I Wish I’d “Got” when My Babies Were Babies…but Didn’t until One of My Babies Had Some

 It doesn’t matter if she finds the tissue box and rips them all out; you’ll have more fun watching (and stopping her from sampling) than you’ll have had all day. Tissue is cheap and such sights are too valuable to quantify.

Changing diapers is fun – even the stinky, yucky, smelly ones. Really. Those kicky feet and squirmy little bodies? Amazing! (Just be sure to take the stinky yucky smelly out to the garage garbage, pronto – and hope for trash day to be tomorrow!)

So what if your house looks like a tornado happened there. It did, and her name is Spencer. I adore every whirling dervish moment of her nine month existence. You can pick up when the baby goes home. It will be quiet then and…

Quiet is overrated. Babytalk is the most delightful language I’ve ever learned. And those squeals and giggles could earn a Grammy – they’d earn this Grammy’s vote every time.

That little piece of popcorn the vacuum missed? The baby will find it. The wire sticking out of the decoration? She’ll get that, too. The cabinet by the recliner? All cleaned out for you! Such a cleaning service!

 

We look at the book. We look at the book again. We look at the book. We look at the book again. We look at the book. We look at the book again. We look at the book. We look at the book again.

You rock and rock. And sing and sing. Rock, rock. Sing, sing. And She sighs and she sleeps. Nestled securely in your Grandma-arms. And there’s just no greater privilege or pleasure in the whole wide world.

What, you spent all morning and did nothing but chase, watch, play, coo, change, feed, laugh, rock and change again? Why, you lucky Grammy you! Put it all in your bank of memories and say thanks, God! Oh, so many thanks!