Aside from the screeching, we had a wonderful weekend at Eric’s mom’s.

Lucy had us in fits of laughter as she learned how to turn the television on and off. It’s remarkable that she knows to point the remote at the TV — I’m very good with only having it on if we’re watching one of her movies, which happens rarely. She’ll be more tech savvy than me by the time she’s 2, I bet.

With her Auntie Jenni’s help, Lucy’s also now happily walking just holding on to one of our hands. She looks like a bow-legged duck, and is completely smitten with herself when she’s waddling around the house. I have a feeling she’ll be taking her first steps soon…

Lynne has kept a neat collection of her boys’ toys, and it was fun to see Lucy play with her dad and uncle’s old Fisher Price school bus, helicopter and bug. (We joked that Lucy isn’t innoculated against the 1970′s diseases harbouring on the toys from Eric and Mark’s spit. If she dies, it’s their fault.) There was also a Little People fire truck, and Lucy carried the white-hat little dude around all weekend making the sign for baby.

She also had a blast playing with her Uncle Stinky, Auntie Jenni and Gramie. She played puppets and Tupperware, lots of dancing and crawling from room to room and practice walking. Eric’s mom lives pretty far away, so it was especially nice to see her and Lucy have some special time together (such as the very important Walking with Gramie’s Hat On playtime).

I love watching Lucy bring out the silly in people (strangers: “Look at the pretty BAY-BEE! Look at her cute widdle nose!”) and she did it all weekend with her Aunt and Uncle. I think the two of them have hoarse voices and calloused knees after three days of non-stop babysitting and acting like morons to eek out a giggle.

The only downside to the weekend was sleeping — because we shared a room with Miss Moans a lot, every roll, blanket shuffle, cough and fart jolted me awake. Thankfully all the attention wore Lucy out, so being extra tired and super adaptable made for just one resettling each night.

But the sweetest, most special moment was seeing Lucy with Eric’s Grandpa Eddie. Everytime Grandpa calls Eric’s dad, he asks about “his girl” Lucy. He’s 90 and slowing down (but “still lookin’ good for an old guy”), so it was wonderful for Lucy to see him. Even though she screamed like a dying cow when Grandpa touched her, he was great (especially ’cause he got his cataracts fixed “and can see all the way across Canada and back again”).

Grandpa, however, is almost deaf. Maybe we should have had him drive Lucy home…

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