Grandparents Go Gaga

No.  My parents are not wearing platform-penis shoes or sporting dresses made from slabs of meat. I’m talking about “Gaga” as in watching-two-grown-adults-turn-into-complete-mush-around-a-baby. Yes, that kind of Gaga. My parents arrived last Sunday night for their first visit with the baby. My mother was not even out of the car ten seconds when she abruptly stated, “Give me that baby”. She hadn’t even said “hello” to … Continue reading Grandparents Go Gaga