Ba Ba

As promised, she jumped on a plane the minute we called and was walking into my hospital room just hours after Juliet was born.

My mom, who had been circling Cleveland Hopkins for the past 10 days, waiting for her call, arrived on the scene ready to help in any way needed.

And did she ever.

She relieved Paula Friday afternoon and powered through the entire weekend basically on her own with Ben while I was at the hospital and hubby bounced between home and visiting Juliet and me.

She spoiled him rotten (could he look any happier in this pic?), and was rewarded with the one thing she's wanted most since he arrived on earth, a name. "Ba Ba" (Polish for grandma, thanks Paula!) is what he's landed on for grandma Es and boy does he love her. 'Ba Ba' this and 'Ba Ba' that, he even has a 'Ba Ba' song.

He shouts her name when she walks in the room and won't go to bed without climbing upstairs to kiss Ba Ba nite nites.

It is absolutely adorable to see how much he loves her. And we are endebted to her for all the time spent with us this last week. We never could have held down the fort without her help.

And in her spare time (??) she did a thousand loads of laundry, cooked meals for the next week and broke down my entire garden and all my planters in the backyard (can't even go into how or where she gets all this energy, aren't you feeling like a slacker just reading this?).

A big thanks to you mom, for dropping everything and coming to our rescue this week. I know there is little you'd rather do than spend time with Ben and Juliet, but never the less we appreciate it tremendously and quite literally could not have done it without you.

We've got Ben coaching Juliet now so hopefully you won't have to wait another 19 months for her 'Ba Ba.'

Love you bunches.