What happens at Grandma's...

Gideon has the best grandparents. Hands down, they're wonderful. While I'll eventually blog about them all, today's ramblings are aimed at Grandma and Grandpa Cazzell. Each month, they keep Gideon one Saturday night to bond with him while Noah and I have a date night. Their idea. See why they're so awesome? Anyway, they claim they like to bond with him, but I secretly think they like spoiling him rotten! These are the grandparents who have given him his first taste of ice cream and coke, and recently purchased a tiny baby swimming pool for him to splash around in. Yup. Bonding. Usually it's the same old routine. We drop him off around 4 Saturday afternoon and return around noon Sunday to a fresh faced youngster and 2 smiling, doting grandparents. They offer us coffee and we discuss how things went. My mom has the same answers each time- everything was great, Gideon was an angel, didn't wake up once, ate exactly how he was supposed to, etc. My dad nods in agreement. We then pack up the boy and his 8,000 pounds of luggage and head for home. Good times. This past weekend was slightly, different? We arrived at 4 with a cranky little guy. I hoped (prayed?) he'd straighten up and fly right for Grandma. We went on our way. We returned around noon Sunday to quite a sight! Grandma's hair was quite disheveled and Grandpa's eyes were bloodshot! Our little angel was just grinning. Were those horns I saw under his sweet blonde hair? I could only imagine what he put them through! When I asked, my mother mustered all the tact she could and simply said, "Gideon didn't have a great night". Note she did not say, "You and Noah have spawned evil. Please do not ever bring him back". I think she had reason to state the latter. When I asked how it went, my dad proceeded to tell me he'd had a long talk with Gideon about when little boys should go to sleep. This was at 2 am. My mom mentioned that he didn't want to sleep at all, and that he'd pretty much been up since we dropped him off. Ever the optimist, she said she was sure he'd sleep great for us that afternoon. Bless her heart! Gideon can have those days where he boycotts sleep, and they're rough! I can only imagine for grandparents not used to having a baby not sleeping in their house, it was even rougher! Bless them for taking one for the team and not calling us to wave the white flag in defeat. So we loaded up Gideon. I could tell he was ready for a nap, and so were Grandma and Grandpa! Once home, our little man was an angel! Slept when he should have slept, was cute and perky and went right to bed. Little stinker! About 2 hours after we left with Gideon, I called my mom to ask her a question, and when my dad answered, I said, joking of coarse, "We need to bring Gideon back down tonight for another sleepover", and without missing a beat, my dad said, "Sure thing, come on down, we'd love to see him!" Is that love or what?