Grandmahood

It's Monday and I actually survived a weekend with the grand baby and his mom going out of town.
He was such a good baby and Mommy got a call from me about every half an hour while they were there. (sorry Jess, but that's the only way I can breathe) Anyway, like I said, Zach was good and we had lots of fun together and I think he just might like his grandma.

We laughed.

We cried.

Everything went well until we got to Sunday morning and then we wanted to be up at 6am. Ouch!
Good thing Mama was coming at 10am. Baby and Mama left to get some rest and I put the house back together afterwards.
That night, the house did not echo of a baby crying, but only of Emily telling me what she wanted for her birthday next week while she colored in her new coloring book next to me on my bed. I watched Desperate Housewives and nodded occasionally towards her direction.
Every once in awhile, I caught myself jumping up out of my new formed habit of checking on a baby that was no longer there and realized that I missed the little booger. But then around nine, I realized that having a whole night's sleep that night was pure heaven.
I decided that I'll just have to live by the Grandma rule;
The best thing about being a grandma is spoiling your grandchildren and then sending them home-and getting sleep afterwards!