Lights, Fans, Shampoo and Wine

Grandma is tired. Oops! What I really meant to say is that grandma is having a fabulous time!
I’m about 1700 miles from home, babysitting my only grandchild, Harrison, who is 11 months old. I’ve been in Thornton, Colorado, over a week now. His mom and dad (Mandy and Adam) had a business trip, then returned home for less than 24 hours, then took off on a pleasure trip.

If you’ve been around an 11-month-old recently, you realize this is a stage of pointing. Harrison points at several things, but most especially fans and lights. And when he points, he waits for me to say “light” or “fan,” as appropriate.
Well, during the last week, I have said those two words (fan and light) one-thousand-one-hundred-thirty-seven times. At least. I’m sure of it.
I’m so glad he knows these things and that he can point, but I’m about ready to show him something else – like where the wine is!

When Harrison’s parents came home between trips, Mandy commented about the fact that I’d washed his hair, and then asked, “What shampoo did you use?”

I just answered that I used baby shampoo.
She said, “But what kind?”
Well, goodness sakes alive, I didn’t know what kind of shampoo. I told her it was whatever kind was in his bathroom that said “No tears” and “gentle for babies” – or something similar.
But Mandy continued to ask, saying that Harrison’s shampoo was in their bathroom, not in his.

So, a bit later, she held up a container and asked, “Mom, is this what you used?”

“Yes,” I smiled and answered, so glad to have the mystery solved.

“Oh, great,” she said. “That’s baby sunscreen.”

And I hadn’t even had any of that wine!