I don't know if there are many types of love as strong as that which a Grandma has for her grandbabies. When we had our tearful goodbye in Chicago, I urged my mom to come visit us soon. "Oh no," she replied through a strong exterior and choked-back tears, "You guys get settled, we'll see you at Christmas". We hopped in our hoop dee, waved goodbye and off we went.
I don't think we got to Indiana before my mom (who is a travel agent) called and said in her adorable, peppy northern British accent: "Darling, I found a cheap ticket to Lauderdale on October 17! How about I come down for four days?" she was excited, "...of course, make sure it's okay with Scott! I don't want to impose, but I could watch Isla while you work on the boat and babysit and help you out however I can..." she trailed off.
And so it was. Grandma is coming today. She is going to have her mind BLOWN by how much this child has changed and grown in the last few weeks. When we left, she was meerly rolling both ways. Psh. Now, she sits up on her own, crawls across the room, pulls herself to standing, drinks by herself with a sippy cup and has the dexterity to pick up something as tiny as a raisin off the floor and shove it in her mouth!! As tiny as a raisin I tell you! Ground bugs and slow lizards*: BEWARE!!
I don't know who is going to be more excited, Isla or Grandma. It's going to be a fun couple of days!
*Scott found a half-squished, half-alive baby lizard on the floor of the apartment the other day. All fingers are pointing to Isla as the perp. Scott put the poor thing out of it's misery.