Two or three days ago, our middle daughter, Leslie phoned me. Her husband, Jeremy, was flying to Pennsylvania later in the week to deer hunt, and had the idea to bring the baby with him. She'd stay home and have some alone time, the first since Landon was born.

The last time we saw Landon he was floppy, fragile and weighed about 8 lbs. Jeremy flew in last night, and Don and I had lunch with the two of them today. When I lifted Landon out of the carrier to burp him - good grief! What a lunk! He's around 18 lbs now at 3 months, and definitely not floppy. More of a soft, lumpy bulldog of a baby. (Check out those thunder thighs!)

So we grandparents are sharing him this weekend. Jeremy's parents will have him tonight, and tomorrow at noon Landon arrives at our house to spend 24 hours. I spent this morning cleaning out the nursery, washing the bedding, and vacuuming a years worth of dog hair. (The nursery is also the dog's room in off-season.)

I'll be back in a day or two to tell you all about our fun times together. We can't wait to play with him, snuggle him, smell him after his bath, and gaze at him asleep in the bed. Nothing more precious than a sleeping baby. Leslie promised me she'd call tonight with the holy schedule. I need to know the schedule! When I asked if he gets solid food, she said he's fat enough that no extra foods are offered.

I'll also have to tell you about the conversation I overheard today between Jeremy and Landon, while I was driving them back to the other grandparents. Something about doing a poopy in the woods......xoxoxo