The kids came this weekend for a barbecue picnic. They stayed from Friday to Sunday, and our grandson and his wife brought their four-month-old baby and their black lab. Our daughter, who can hardly keep her hands off the baby, came, too, with our you… | By Judi Lynn on August 20, 2024 | The kids came this weekend for a barbecue picnic. They stayed from Friday to Sunday, and our grandson and his wife brought their four-month-old baby and their black lab. Our daughter, who can hardly keep her hands off the baby, came, too, with our younger grandson. We had a wonderful time. But I forgot how much work a baby is at that age. Clark is a sociable, observant, little guy. He's adorable. But he was in a house bustling with people and comings and goings. Trying to keep him on his regular routine was impossible. Too much was going on. Tired babies get fussy. Then his dad tried to take him on walks to help him sleep. Sometimes, they worked. Sometimes, they didn't. He fell asleep on me when I rocked him and jiggled him in the recliner, but the minute Ty tried to put him in his portable bed, he woke up, so the next time I just held him so he'd get a forty-five minute nap. He was even too distracted to nurse for very long. He'd hear something and turn to see what was happening. Everyone chipped in to keep him happy, and it all worked out. But it made me remember days centered around babies and nights with little sleep. I slept through the fussing after I crashed in bed, but it reminded me that even sweet-tempered babies are a lot of work. And even more joy. | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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