Grandma's Got Skills.

Yesterday, we dropped Jackson off with Grandma B. so that Betsy and I, along with Jay, Denise, and Stacey, could participated in the sandcastle contest. Here's what we made.


When it was all over and we left the beach dejected from not winning, I gave grandma a call to see how Jackson was doing. The answer was astounding. He slept for two-ish hours and then woke up a little fussy. So Grandma just gave him the bottle of breast milk that we had left with her, and the boy actually took it. Breakthrough! "So what's he doing now?" I ask. "Swingin' away in the swing with a pacifier in his mouth." She responded.

Unbelievable. Every day is is more amazing than the one before. What will today bring?