Here, you see nothing but peace reigning. No crazy toddler moments trying to grab the dog's lips, no my mother getting annoyed with his repetitive baby games and correcting him with machine gun-like firings of "Nonononononono. Hugo? Nonononononono." I can't really go into the details of this past weekend without being really boring or unfair to her, but more than once or thrice I wondered, "Did she really have babies?" As I was one of the three, I seem to remember it, but perhaps the memory was implanted? (Note to self: check for chip up my ass.) I mean, she was great with us as kids, if not way too lax on the dsipline. But I can't picture her with toddlers. For her part, she admits she has little to no memory of the baby years. She claims this is necessary for the human race to continue. I guess she loved it.
Me, I'm going to remember the beautiful pics and the cute vids as lovingly displayed above.
Night Internet, I wish you babies that are perfectly behaved and Grandmother's who are like Mary Poppins.
xoxoxo,
Susie
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