"It's 1:30 in the afternoon, and the bed's not even made," said Grandpa to Grandma with a smile today. Nope, it wasn't made and nobody really cared. And for that matter, the breakfast dishes hadn't been done for very long, either. However, we had each cuddled with our sleeping sweetie for at least an hour. And Grandma had already changed 3 poopy diapers, as well as taken a number of new photos of the "star of our show."
Speaking of poopy diapers reminds me. Yesterday, Frankie really took Grandma off-guard. Just as she was reaching for his clean diaper, he decided to send out a squirt, arcing across the changing table. Grandma was quick though--she got the new diaper placed right over the tiny source of the geyser, only to discover that Frankie was also having an explosive--unshielded--bowel movement! Poop went spraying everywhere--on his shirt, his little socks, the pad, even the wall. Not to worry, though. Grandma just laughed and cleaned up the little guy, and then the mess. Pleased that everything was under control, Grandma gave Frankie to his Mom for some nourishment and went off to breakfast--only to discover when she sat down at the table, that poop had landed on the hem of her shirt and down the front of her pants, too. Joke's on you, Grandma!