I don't know, this might be even better. We stopped at the rehab facility to see Grandpa after a busy morning of work and when Eleanor got fussy Grandpa wanted to give her a bottle. She didn't really need it, but it turned out to be magic for both of them. She relaxed in his lap and fell asleep. That never happens these days. She slept and so Grandpa & I got to visit in the quiet. I asked how his therapy was yesterday and he said, "Eh, it was okay, but this is the best therapy right here."
Saturday, December 10, 2016
There's laundry to be done, dishes to be washed, toys to be picked up, Christmas gifts to be finished, and a billion other things that I don't feel like doing right now. We've done some major cleaning out at Grandpa's house in the last two days and I feel so accomplished that I decided to let everything else slide. I left Eleanor home with Drew this evening and went to Walmart by myself for a few odds & ends. By the way, everyone else in Northwest Arkansas was also at that exact store tonight. I stopped and bought dinner instead of coming home to cook. I feel especially good about that decision. Then we let Eleanor eat her weight in mac & cheese while she squealed "Mmm! Nummy!" What's better than a freshly bathed baby in footie pajamas? A freshly bathed baby in footie pajamas entranced by her very first viewing of Mary Poppins, of course.