Leaf Peepers

Wee Ethan and I recently spent a week in NH. While I zipped around New England interviewing for medical school (yes, please do keep your fingers crossed) and pumping in all kinds of unusual places (yes, a stall in a hospital ladies' room is adequate, but no, it is not ideal), Ethan and the grandfolks connected in a whole new way. They experienced the hungry yelps, the infectious giggles, the fierce finger biting, and even the occasional heart-breaking tear streaming down the cheek. They nobly rose to the occasion, using every tool in their grand-parenting arsenal. My baby blankie, Scratchy Blanket, even made a tattered appearance.

Kudos to the new grandfolks for surviving the week. And thanks to the foliage for turning on the fire just in time for our visit.