Passing of the Grandma Torch

Thursday, January 7th, had the potential to be a very, very sad day. The amazing Grandma Judes was leaving us to return to Idaho. Max was beside himself. Who would rock him to sleep? His dad? Pshhh, yeah right. "My dad has minimal skills," he says. "Grandma Judes gots da mad skills." Yeah, Max was pretty sad to see her go. Fortunately for Max, he would not be left solely to the inadequacies of his father. Grandma Pam (Gram Pam, Gramelle, Grampees, etc) came to take on her portion of the labor. This is how Max greeted her:Well, he was kind of asleep. But still, he was psyched to see her. Gram Pam, a first time grandma, immediately began relishing in her role as grandma.
Rocking him, loving him, caring for him. Basically making Max feel like the most loved baby on earth. Do you see the new grandma glow on her face?

Swaddling him, caressing him, bouncing him, singing to him...the works. She loves him. In classic Pamsky style, she gets weepy just looking at him when he's asleep.

Seriously - how could you deny this face of love?
Or this face? Deny it of love - I dare you. See, you aren't strong enough to withhold your love.

Okay, you might be able to withhold a bit of love from this face...but then you'd just laugh and love him anyway.

Three generations of Mulcock. Scary, yet somehow, cute.

After a day of fun, it was time to wake him up, change him, and put him to sleep. He was extra fun to play with, especially when he decided he wanted to eat my nose.

Scrumptious Max. Scrumptious.

Two peas in a pod - one is just a smaller pea than the other. We are so glad to have Gram Pam here to keep on the tradition of grandma service at our home. Thanks mom! We invite you all to come out and clean and cook for us.