It took Erik all of 10 minutes, once I got my hands on that little munchkin, to inaugurate me into the blissful world of being a grandmother! I purposefully wore clothes that I didn't mind being pooped on or spit on. I was warmly reminded & taken back to a time when my own babies could do little more than eat, puke, sleep, poop, repeat.
But in between those repeat moments, there are tender, attentive moments where
innocent eyes search your face, and tiny ears listen to the sound of your voice that eventually evoke smiles and coos of acceptance. To be so small & have no life experiences to trust or distrust is too big for me to even fathom.
In those moments, bonding had begun.
I was gently reminded too, that sleeping angels have their own agendas and the best laid plans just have to wait.
I let it go.
Jamie and I think Erik is our "Gangsta of Love."
Even though my photo plans were on hold, I was bound & determined to get at least one shot of Erik in the Fedora that my girl D knitted for him. I got a lucky left handed i-phone shot. Lucky because right after I snapped this, I was puked on and that was that!
Oh, and if by chance you need a fedora knitted in any size or color, just hop on over to Diane's and she'll hook you up...hee hee, no pun intended!
I think I'm going to enjoy this new role of Grandmother.
Happy (it's ok if things work out differently) snapping!