Mama Mia

In the words of Ned Flanders (sort of), "She is gone...Gone Didlee-on". My mom just left after two weeks with us and we sure do feel lonely without her.

Having Grandma/Gma (a new name could still be created one of these days) with us was amazing for so many reasons. Not only was it wonderful to have help so I could nap, shower, run errands, and even go on a date (two glasses of wine again - WAD UP SOBE!), but just having a grown-up to talk to rather than babbling on and on to the little guy all day helps keeps your mind somewhat alive (cut to me the next day debating with Max the benefits of Paperback vs. Hardcover books). Not to mention, having a "second opinion" for every little decision we mothers have to make during the day (there seem to be hundreds) is wonderfully helpful; i.e. should we put him down now? crib or bassinet? should we try a pacifier? are we pushing too hard with the pacifier? is it too hot to walk? is he hungry or sleepy? does he feel warm? does he have spinal meningitis? should we swaddle him now? will he get sick of swaddling? etc. etc.

Last but not least, spending time with my mom was priceless. The long chats about everything, asking her questions about child raising, seeing Max respond to his Gma and recognize her, sitting with her outside a parking garage in the middle of Boca Raton while she physically holds my boob into Max's mouth as he wails through a hunger-gas-exhaustion meltdown, having her comfort me through my own meltdown the next day because Florence worried that I was "anxious" during the above-mentioned parking garage incident (let's see you remain cool while your mother holds your breast as half of Boca Raton walks by AND you have your first migraine because you got so excited to see a movie with Charlie earlier that day that you washed an entire box of popcorn down with diet coke, thereby dehydrating yourself), and of course, having her spoil us 24-7 (she bought Max his 3 month "wardrobe" as well as groceries and daily coffees, cooked us dinners and taught me recipes - not that I need any help in the kitchen, took us out, and even gave us presents) made ME feel like a kid again in the best way (turns out its super fun, wanna trade Max?).

So, mom we thank you immensely - its nowhere near as much fun here without you ,and we can't wait for you to come back! Max already told me how much he misses you, why don't you ditch that other baby (that's you Jimbo) and come live here :) Oh, and Bobo loves you too -you're the only other person he barks at when you leave, VERY high honor indeed!