The old gray mare she ain't what she used to be......nice little tune that I remember my grandpa singing to my grandma.....not sure why. But today it's in my head.
We drove to Pocatello last night to meet up with the Campbells and pick up little Krew-man, Krewby, Krewminator, Krewzer...whatever name fits him at the moment. Poor Nate and Sara HAD to go on a cruise and needed someone to care for the little guy. So we got home about 10:00 PM last night, I was determined to keep the little monkey awake until he could be put to bed. We hit Righy and it was a fight from there, tickling the toes, kissing his cheeks and any other antics that we could think of to keep him awake. He was so tired I figured that he'd sleep anywhere he was placed....not so. No to the pack-and-play, no to the sleeping bag on grammy's floor, only place to sleep was in grammy's bed, next to grandpa. OK, we're too tired to fight it. I lasted until 0200 with knees and feet in my kidneys and got up and slept the rest of the night in blissful peace on the couch.
The very noisy toy that mommy and daddy sent for him to play with got put up...WAY HIGH...note to parents..."if you want this old gray mare to watch him, leave the toy home"
He's been a blast, screaming for the kitties to play with him and listening to him say "oohh, pretty" to everything. He's full of smiles and wiggles and loves lasagna.
He took a nice long nap.....
I really love the bed hair too. He doesn't wake up from a nap easy...he's rather cranky in the wake up process, reminds of his daddy. But once he's awake he's quite the little charmer.