Hark! The Herald Grandparents Come...

The Saminator has been particularly happy lately because Grams and Pops are in town!  It's neat to see for so many reasons, especially because this is the first time he has really been old enough to clue into who they are.  Now he waits by the window for them to come by in the morning and only wants to eat the special "Gram's yogurt" that she lifts from the breakfast spread at her hotel.  It just doesn't matter that it is the same ole Yoplait we have here at home. Thank God she showed up with four today, so we can stockpile the precious commodity before she leaves tomorrow!  Oh come let us behold him, he can't take a nap if he knows they are downstairs.  The snooze would mean some lost bonding time with them.  

So today, with love in their hearts, they were forced to go to Steinmart during his nap just so he would go to sleep.  I won't tell him (and you had better not either) that the wonders of Steinmart were the real big draw in getting them down here in the first place.  Let's wait until he is in kindergarten and can take it like a mini-man.  A bitter two-year-old is a tough thing to stomach -- and, more importantly, to deal with on a day-to-day (and night-to-night) basis.

It has also been unseasonally balmy lately.  But, really, the high 70s in mid-December?  Am I going to be forced to admit that there is a shred of truth to Al Gore's "A Convenient Fabrication?"  Please say isn't so.  Well, we may as well enjoy it.  We can deal with the political repercussions later on a day when it is snowing outside and we are housebound anyway.

Off to read a book, write a book, clean the house, wrap presents, and/or take a shower before naptime is up in an hour.  Man, I'm tired just thinking about all that.  I'll decide what to do after my own nap.  In the oft-quoted words of Scarlett O'Hara, "[Naptime] tomorrow is another day!"

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