Our Friday night treat!

Your mom texts that if we want to see you and of course we hurry over after work.  They are friends over and you are in the center of the table with them all looking at you.  We join in and you are very happy to see us (or so it seems).  Your mom says that if we want to bathe you and put you to sleep.  Of course we do.  You now want to play with your toys in the water.  Not so long ago, (a few weeks) we just put you in and washed you and out you came.  Now, we let you play and play and you are over everywhere trying to get the toys that are so elusive.  I rock you to sleep and sing you my silly songs.  You cry because you are so tired and are fighting it, but soon you give in.  I make sure you are good and asleep and your grampa comes and helps me lower you onto your crib so that I don't drop you in it like last time (I forgot to mention that).  You don't even wake this time and I pat you a feww times for good measure.  Your mom has left with the friends to hear some music, but your Dad has a headache and wants to watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.  We leave you after I check you one more time.