A Week With GrandMary

I have been given sole charge of GrandBoy for a whole week and a day. His ma and pa are heading to a tropical paradise for some much-needed rest, relaxation, and recharging. Armed with 4 pages of typed instructions concerning the babe, three dogs, and a whackin' great house, plus a fully stocked cupboard for GrandBoy and GrandMary, and various insurance cards and alarm codes - I'm ready to rock.

Though Liam tried his best to stow away in Mama's luggage (see picture), the fact is that he'll be spending a fun-filled eight days with GrandMary - learning new songs, dances, nursery rhymes, and just general goofy behavior. He's too young for rum-drinkin' and massages, anyway. However, I do plan to teach him to walk, catch a baseball, say the Lord's Prayer, and feed himself while his parents are gone. And just maybe we'll coax a tooth or two from those little gums.

But whatever it is we spend our days doing, we'll be having just as much fun as his ma and pa. We'll be plum tuckered out by the end of every day and go to sleep dreaming about all the hi-jinx we've been up to.

Our first day (tomorrow) will start really early, since we have to get Ma and Pa to the MARTA station headed for the airport by 6am. Yes, 6am. But once that's done, well, hang on to your hats! Non-stop fun. Well, some-stop fun, since we simply must work in a few naps and a lot of eating.

Now, do I have all y'all's phone numbers in case I have to call in the troops? Hm?