He Who Loves To Be Naked spent the weekend with us. The new kid loves nekkidness. And its flipside, close cuddled up snuggling. And the Fates, Karma, Equilibirum, whatever has indulged the great balance and given our not-an-early-morning person daughter a kid who is at his finest from 3 to 6 AM.
All of which worked well for the Indulgent Grands--Kevin & myself. The kid turns it all on about 4 AM...grinning, yawning, cooing. The whole bit full force and we fell for it like anchors. Fed him, oohed and ahhed when he filled his drawers, admired his stretching love for the morning air on his bare bum and were enthralled when he curled up on his grandfather's chest and fell asleep with a goofy grin on his face.
You should have saved some of the big guns for later, kid. You had us at the first bare-assed grin.
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