My mom and dad are fabulous. I like to think that most people feel that way about their parents, so I won't go into reasons why, mostly because my mom would get embarrassed. My dad, on the other hand, likes to soak up as much praise as he can get, all the while claiming the utmost humility, which only adds to his grandfatherly charm.
I brought Tessa over to their house recently and she was in top form for the first meeting with Grandpa S. She just laid in his arms and stared at him for a good half hour, making all her cooing and gurgling noises that all adults attribute to one supremely happy baby. I, the proud mother, beamed the entire time.
My sister got in the way in this picture. hehehehe
I borrowed my mom's Christmas present to take these next photos. We'll be investing in Proactiv for this little munchkin. Mama can't have a pretty baby with nasty skin, because all I want to do is pick at it. Awful, I know. So sue me.
She didn't like that I was making fun of her acne.
As all babies do, Tess started to squirm and fuss when she needed a change of scenery, so into Grandma D's arms she went. Now, Grandma D birthed 10 babies of her own, tended countless others in her home, and ensures she travels anywhere she needs to go to meet and greet any latest editions of grandbabies (she's up to 19). To be brief, she has a knack with children. She has come over so many times when Tessa is fussing (always when Jeopardy is on - grrr!) and has taken her in her arms, whispered something in her ear, and voila. All is quiet again. I don't know how she does it. Maybe she promises to slip her some chocolate later, I dunno. In any case, it's such a blessing. Here she is working her magic. These are the first recorded smiles of TKR. She was about 5 weeks old.
I apologize for the plethora of pictures, but come on, I'm a new mom, and that's what we do. It might wear off, but I make no promises - I'm totally in love with my child.