Grams came just when we needed her! Having raised four kids and being a seasoned grandmother, she taught us a few of her tricks. Watson was the perfect angel baby while she was here. Not that we can complain, since he is truly a wonderful baby. But come 4 or 5 p.m. he becomes possessed and Fussy Watson appears. But nooo, not with Grams. They just sat on the porch and played and cooed. Since her visit Fussy Watson has returned, but we have tools to combat him, the best being that blue crinkly thing with the colored tags. What is it with crinkles and tags?!? Babies love those things.
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Aren't grandmothers a gift from God?!?! They do amazing things. :)
Jennee is the baby-whisperer. Seriously.
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