Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Grammy Kay or a Fan?

  It happened after I'd woken up.  Kim had left for school.  It was her first day back because sadly her maternity leave had ended and I had jury duty so I had a few extra moments.  I fed the baby and set him into his bassinet.  I took a shower and when I came out of the room to make some coffee, Grammy Kay was already there at the door waiting as patient as a persimmon. 

  "I must see my  grandbaby!"  she shouts and pushes past me to get her hands on the little one.
  "Oh don't mind me," I say removing my back from the doorframe.
  "Oh dere's my baby boy!" she coos in the sickiest sweet voice I'd ever heard.
   Rory coos back.
  "Oh are you gonna talks to me?" Grammy Kay asks.
  "Please don't make me call the grammar police," I mutter under my breath as a I brew a cup of pumpkin coffee. 
  "This is what we do," Grammy Kay barks, "This is our morning ritual."
  "Oh there you are!" she turns back towards the baby.  "Are you gonna mile at me?  Are you gonna mile at Grammy?"
  "I don't think he can walk a mile yet?" I say.  "And if he has speech problems because every word you say is distorted, I'm not going to be happy."
  Grammy Kay ignores me, "That's my miley boy!  Oh I love him!  Come on mile for me!"
  This is when it happened.  My zany mother starts doing some sort of jig that resembles a wildebeest running from a herd of wild chimpanzee's who start screaming at eachother, and then start making this sound that I vaguely recall as the call of Bigfoot on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.  I dare say there were strange arm movements and high pitched ca-caws, but in the end it worked.  He smiled.

  It was the first time I'd ever seen him smile.  It was so adorable.  The angle and quality of my cell phone camera isn't the best and it sort of makes my son look a little creepy, but it was a fantastic smile and it was something I definitely wouldn't have seen that day if it weren't for Jury Duty. 

  Later that day, Grammy Kay tried to get his attention again and make him smile to prove that it wasn't just a fluke.  (And also to prove that she didn't have to go into such antics to make him smile.  She likes to play this game where just because she says she didn't dance around like a wild wildebeest that it didn't really happen.  But we all know it did, don't we?) 

  In her second attempt in front of me, he did smile, but then couldn't decide which was more interesting, Grammy or the fan.  His eyes kept darting between the two.  I'm so thankful that Rory gets to spend his days away from us with family.  (As crazy as they may be.)
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