These days, being at nana and grampy’s house means going up and down the stairs,
like, all of the time. Thanks goodness said nana and grampy are so thrilled to have the wee man there that they do most of the up and down, up and down.
Do I feel bad sitting on my ass while my non-30something in-laws scurry around the floor chasing my highly mobile offspring?
Sort of. But, honestly, not bad enough to get up. Come on! This is as close to a vacation that I get!
always tell them to holler when they’ve had enough.