Not to be confused with GREAT Grandparents…?

We have been very fortunate to have some incredible help lately.  The last 3 weeks, my parents (Papaw and Nana) came up to watch the boys while I went back to work.  When they arrived, K was newly potty trained and had a freshly broken collar-bone.  L had pneumonia.  N was trying to catch the same cold that L was struggling with.

It wasn’t pretty.  They were nebulizing multiple times a day, and using pedialyte to help keep the boys hydrated while mucus made keeping milk down a challenge.

We had 6 appointments, 2 of which were 2 hours away.   We had nurse visits, vaccines, and weigh ins.

They did laundry, cooked a few meals, washed a million bottles, and worked the night shift so I could get more rest.  They took down Christmas lights, made Kroger runs, and helped me introduce the babies at work.

AND…they drove up hill in the snow both ways to get to us.

Shew!

I’m tired just thinking back about it.

So when I say we’re fortunate to have them…you know I mean it.  And you also know that “fortunate” is an understatement.

We love you Papaw and Nana!

The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby’s grandparents. You feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida. ~Dave Barry

 On the seventh day God rested. His grandchildren must have been out-of-town. ~Gene Perret