Day 1: Successful Morning, If-fy Afternoon

The good news is that both Liam and GrandMary survived a full day. The babe is down for the night - well-fed, duly bathed. And as you can imagine, GM is plum tuckered out and, for all intents and purposes, is down for the night, too. The dogs are sympathetically a-lounge. We've all played our parts in keeping the Young Prince as jolly as possible.

The morning went right on schedule, even though it started very early by getting the ma and pa on their way to the airport by 6am. The nap, the meals, the playtime - all perfectly wonderful. Alas, the afternoon proved more troublesome. That nap didn't last quite long enough, and GrandBoy's temper went a bit downhill afterwards. We played, we bounced, we strolled to the park and played on the swings, and one of us was a bit of a Grumpy Gus. I won't say who. (Liam)

But do not think that the day was at all dreary. GrandBoy and GrandMary got in plenty of laughs, lots of songs, numerous dances, and kisses, kisses, kisses. Such a yummy little baby!

Despite a few last-minute tears before guzzling down his last bottle, GrandBoy settled down to sleep very quickly. I'm counting on not hearing a peep outta him before 6:30-7 tomorrow morning. (Please, God.)

After all is said and done, I find my arms and shoulders really sore, and I don't have much of an appetite. A hot bath and a cool bed are sounding pretty good. There seems to be plenty of gin and tonic around, but I do believe I'm just too tired for a drink. Ho-hum.

Now, on to Day 2.