We see Warren at least two days a week, and he sleeps over at Grandma's house every Wednesday night. Of course, for all my friends who are Grandmothers, you already know what I'm going to say. I cannot imagine our lives without this little guy...he lights up a room...
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| He wakes up, I change his diaper, and he runs to the high chair, chanting, "num-num? num-num?" One of his favorite foods is pancakes. I make them, freeze them...so it's a 2 minute prep time!! |
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| His special job in the house is taking ALL THE POLITICAL CALLS. We live in Iowa, so for the last two months, this has been a full time job. With call waiting, we can tell it's a robo-call. So we say, "Warren -- it's for you." He gleefully takes the phone and says, 'ALLO?? ALLO??" |
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| To keep him from becoming a complete Republican, Uncle Ross gives him his daily motorcycle sit... |
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| Even a Super-Kid needs a little blanky-fix every coupla hours... |
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| By November 4th (election day) -- there have been THOUSANDS of phone calls...we are all whipped....even Warren is losing his enthusiasm... |
When he leaves -- we look around the house and see the destruction, of course. There are books and toys everywhere, and gates and clothes and puzzle pieces, and scraps of food, crackers...well, you know what I mean.
But, mostly, what we notice is the silence. It's like all the energy has been sucked out of the house...
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