Judi (Ben's mom.... hereinafter referred to as Grammy) came over on Saturday to babysit her adorable little grandson. We always tease Grammy about how she doesn't let Braedyn nap when she watches him because she wants to play with him the whole time. Then when he eventually 'is allowed' to fall asleep, Grammy gets bored since her playmate is napping. The great thing about all of this is that after Grammy babysits, Braedyn is so pooped out that he typically sleeps in really late the next day! =)~
This is Grammy goofing around with Braedyn. In this picture, Braedyn is actually watching Ben make funny faces at him. Ben can make these funny looking faces and crazy sounds that make Braedyn laugh and laugh. But when I try to do the same thing, Braedyn just stares at me like I'm an idiot. How wonderful....
We have these little plush sports balls (football, soccer ball, etc.) that we got for Braedyn awhile ago. He hasn't shown much interest in them... ever. When we got home, Grammy was talking about how Braedyn loved to play with the little soccer ball. I was like, "Huh, what soccer ball?" So I gave it to Braedyn thinking it must've been a fluke. But sure enough, he kept grabbing it and chewing on it. Who knew?! I wonder what else is in the bottom of his toy box that would completely fascinate him.
This picture below is Grammy trying to teach Braedyn how to crawl. We told her that when we got back home, we wanted him to be crawling and walking. So, we have to at least give her an 'A' for effort. Braedyn's getting much better at lifting himself up on his arms, and is trying to scoot his legs up under himself. I can't wait for when he finally figures out how to get up on all fours. Of course, he'll probably just stay there forever and rock back & forth on his hands and knees, since rocking is what he loves to do the most!

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What a wonderful tribute to Braedyn's grammy. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before she has him crawling, walking, and talking. It's apparent that she adores him! Just think how pooped she must be when she gets home after a day of playing with the little tyke.
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