Still not speaking to me...

David still has laryngitis. And he's had it for two weeks now. It has improved a little bit, but that improvement is still not enough not to shock his parents and keep him from being picked on mercilessly at work. He's going today to see an ear, nose, and throat specialist. Please pray that they can diagnose the problem and give him something, anything, to clear it up. I'm getting tired of not being able to tell what he's thinking and feeling from his tone of voice. He's getting tired of having to be more quiet so that he can rest his throat.

Mom and Dad's visit helped with the stress of this, I think. It was nice not to spend Saturday alone, since David had to work all weekend. I really appreciate all they did to help me/us out this weekend.

1. They did all the dishes around here!
2. They took the baby for a nice, long walk so I could nap on Saturday afternoon.
3. They just hung out with me so I wouldn't be lonely, and they didn't even seem too disappointed that I didn't have the energy to go out and look at all the sights of D.C.

One of the things I like best though is how persistent they are at trying to get Seth to get to know them. I feel guilty about handing them a baby that I know will cry after a couple of seconds in their arms. No problem. They take him, and they kiss him and hug him, and they just let him cry. And, shock of all shocks, after a few minutes, he resigns himself to the fact that Mommy won't be taking him back, and he stops crying. I have to remind myself of this again and again. I want him to be happy with his grandparents, but I have to make myself let him cry some with them to accomplish this. I'm thankful that they don't mind the crying. It makes it a lot easier. He cried through his bath with Mom. He cried through his post bath lotioning with Mom. But Dad and I walked out of the apartment listening to his crying and her cheerful, persistent singing of "Look All the World Over, There's No One Like You." And she actually wanted to do it all again later. =) And he did better the next time around. We're working on it, Nana and Papa. Seth will get used to you one day. Thanks for working with him.