I realized today, that I hate being a grandparent. No, no...I don't hate my new grandson. Not at all. I hate being a grandparent. It sucks! Now that the munchkin is crawling, I have to ONCE AGAIN baby-proof the house. Which MEANS....I have to pick up stuff off the floor that can be eaten. Which is usually NOT edible. I have to plug up electrical outlets and put latches on cabinets and gates up in doorways and the stairwell.
Oh yeah, and I forgot. I don't do doting all that well. I never doted on my kids the way their father has. The man worships his girls, and now, he dotes on the boy. And the boy, in turn expects it from him.
He tries with me, but I make a note of his crying, check his diaper and bottle and if he can be neutralized in a location with toys, I'm all about that. But cooing and doting? Not really. Okay. A little. Just. A little.
Grampa's the Dote. I'm the antidote.
Here. Have some Carmen McRae. It's late and I'm up all night.