Bonded

It's been really cool this week to see my son and my grandma hanging out. They're kind of a symbiotic little pair - it helps her back to push his stroller, she's willing to sit and re-velcro his wooden fruits so he can cut them again - everyone's happy. Wyatt has really gotten the whole thing down, naming ba-pa, gamma and gate-gamma and figuring out who's willing to do what for him.

Fast-forward to tonight, when Jeff & I went out to celebrate our anniversary (8 years for those who are curious, no longer newlyweds but not yet seasoned pros) and we left our little charge with his grandparents. Everything was under control when we left and seemed to be that way when we returned. However, we were a little chagrined to have my 87-year old grandma laugh at us for being home so early and then she just kept laughing. I've never seen her laugh that way. When I pressed her for what was so funny, she said I'd have to wait until Jeff was back in the room and then she'd tell us together. And then she laughed some more. Also, my dad was laughing pretty hard. And then my mom returned to the room and she was laughing. What the?

Well, apparently it went a little something like this: Dad was cleaning up from dinner, Grandma was sitting on the couch knitting and Mom had Wyatt upstairs for his bath. Mom realized Wyatt had a dirty diaper and cleaned him up before heading for the tub. It should be noted that Wyatt enjoys a little streaking before his bath each evening (gets it from his dad) and tonight was no different. Mom claims Wyatt had an ornery look on his face but that she saw no evidence of questionable behavior. HOWEVER, (and here's where it's helpful to know we have a small loft overlooking the family room), Grandma thought the ceiling was leaking. That's right, he peed right through that railing and it landed squarely on his great-grandma's leg. I'm glad she thought it was funny - hilarious, apparently - and I'm glad my kid's showing his true colors for our extended family.