Liam's First Baby Sitting

Yesterday, PeePaw and MeeMaw took the inaugural voyage on the USS Liam. It wasn't planned. K- planned on visiting and then we were going to go through our normal Sunday of switching between watching Liam and catching some sleep/sanity. But, they wanted to baby sit- they actually asked to! PeePaw got to take pictures of Liam riding the dog and MeeMaw got all the cuddling in that a grandma could want.

At first, I just didn't understand it. Why would someone sign on to watching a baby sleeping, fussing, crying, expelling sundries, and making only a few occasional cute noises? When they weren't obliged by parenthood? Sure, Liam is one of their first grandkids and all grandkids are perfection on earth. But, I think it might be something less fantastic than a grandparent's unequivocal love. Or, at least, I hope that there may be something less to it.

It would be nice if it was simply that fact that all things are nice in small doses. Sure, that takes a little of the shine off of love, and, sure, Kill-Joy, you could say something like mold is undesirable even in small doses. However, I would offer that cheese is small doses of mold and delicious. Running is great in the small bursts you would run as a kid, but fairly awful beyond that. It would likely be fun to work at McDonald's for day, as long as you weren't obliged to come the next day.

From another perspective, all things can be wonderful if you can break things down in small pieces (even when they're big) and look at the pieces in new ways. Then, the crying can be humorous; the expulsions can be comic; and, the cute noises - well they are always welcome. Either that or we'll have to stick with unconditional love.