The Old Lady's Honesty About G's Cuteness

Well, I love my cutie patootie and I've really tried hard not to always get on here and go "He's so cute! Huh? Huh guys? Don't you think? Someone said he was cute. You can see it right?"

I just am obsessed. Okay? I'm obsessed with my kid and every time someone says something about him I just feel soooooo lucky that I get to play mom while we are here on earth for this short little thing we call "life". We all know we existed before right? And we will exist after? And that this life is sooooo teeny tiny compared to eternity? Okay, just making sure we are all on the same page.

I just have to tell you about this little old lady who pulled up in her motorized shopping cart today. She pulls up and starts by saying, "Your baby is so cute! Look at those dark eyes. He is beautiful." These are things many people admire, myself included mind you, but what she said next was not expected at all. She starts pulling away then stops again and looks back and says, "You know, I have 9 great-grandchildren and none of them are as cute as him!" Jay and I just burst out laughing. "Don't tell my grand-kids I said that!" and off she goes.

He is a doll.

Such an angel.