Granny 9-1-1

Well we have all survived the first and almost second week of my granny duties with little Abe. I think the baby is doing great. He is smiling, eating, peeing and pooping. All the things a little eight week old babe should do. Now Mommy and Daddy are the ones that I worry about. Their lives have been turned upside down and inside out with this baby boy. Honestly, I don't think anyone of us realized what an undertaking parenthood is until you do it. Us old bags have forgotten the uncertainty, the sleeplessness, and the learning curve that goes along with parenthood. God love these two . I love how they just adore this little guy. The first thing each of them do when they get home is grab the kid. How hard it must be for them to leave every day. I love how he knows his parents and just cuddles up when each one of his parents have him. The kid knows his Mommy and Daddy. How fortunate I am to have this special time with Abe. I just finished my rendition of Rocky raccoon (minus the Bud-light, so I knew all the words) while rocking him in the rocking chair. He is sound asleep. I should be taking a shower, but I am blogging instead. I am a sight, sort of scary, right up there with the Halloween season, Witch Jillsy. I just wish we lived next door so I could do this forever.
Ozzie is taking all of this in stride. He kind of waits for Jake to give him a treat, and he has learned to share is bed with me. He has become a protector for ABE, Bri and Jake whenever anyone new comes to the house. He misses being the main attraction of his parents, but I do not see any jealousy what so ever. He takes what he gets.