Don’t tell me six month old babies don’t mind their grandmas. I told James last Thursday that babies always cry at Walmart, so he could cry if he wanted. When Laura and I took him he cried and fussed big time.
 
Before leaving for Walmart today I told him he didn’t have to do it this time. He was a happy trooper. He listened to his grandma.
 
When he leaves this week, I’ll miss bouncing him on my knee, dancing around the room with him, teaching him piano, wiggling my fingers, making silly noises to make him laugh, and feeding him.
 
He is a blessing.