Over the river and through the woods...

...to grandmama's house we go! Harrison experienced his first sleepover at Grandmama and Zaidy's house this past weekend. In fact, he spent two nights away from home as mom and dad spent the weekend in downtown Seattle. Together, we have never been away from him like this before and I was a little worried how things would work out. I may have mentioned this before, but from about 12-18 months, Harrison would scream and wail at the sight of his grandmama because when he was smaller we would leave him with her to babysit; too often we dropped him off while he was sleeping and he would wake up and we were gone. It took several months to let the emotional scars heal and many visits in which he was not left alone without his parents!

I am happy (or maybe a little sad?) that Harrison had a GREAT time at Grandmama and Zaidy's house last weekend. Evidently, he did not throw any fits, took great naps, ate the food prepared for him and didn't ask for his mommy or daddy... not even once! This is actually quite a breakthrough and we are all happy he is getting the hang of being spoiled by them. Yes, Zaidy, I said spoiled... don't think I didn't notice that you didn't cut that fresh apple juice with water like I asked, I could smell the natural sugars a mile away! Ha!

When we called to check in Saturday morning, we were told Harrison played in the bath for an hour, until his little fingers were prune like, and evidently had a lot of fun. Later that day, he also took a trip to a nearby farm and had a grand time stomping in puddles and meeting the animals. We called to check in (yes, again!) while they were driving home and we could hear Harrison moo'ing and singing to himself in the background. Might I add he had no interest in talking to us.

It also looks like he obediently brushed his teeth when asked:

It seems he got so comfortable there that he would wander into the family room and if Great Papa (great grandpa Hugh) was not in his usual chair watching tv, Harrison would say "Papa?" and shrug his shoulders. When he does this, he usually also says "where'd-go?" really fast but in a whisper (it's pretty funny).

When we arrived Sunday morning to pick him up, I walked past the large family room windows and he caught sight of me and started jumping up and down madly (to which I enthusiastically reciprocated), and then he made a dash towards the front door. Three seconds later I am turning the handle and hear him crying like he is wounded. Once inside, we checked him out thinking maybe he tripped and fell while he was running however he was determined to be unscathed. In the end, we think he was so overcome with emotion he did not know what else to do but cry! He was excited to see us, then probably realized he hadn't seen us in a couple days, and then realized we had left him for that whole time, and then relief that we came back... what else to do but cry?! Poor guy, but he was recovered a few minutes later and went about playing and working off some of that sugar in the afore mentioned apple juice.

In the days since, driving home from day care he has asked me about the whereabouts of "gamma" and "zzaa-dee." He also declared that a passing bus was "Zaidy's bus" because he knows that firetrucks are Zaidy's (he's a firefighter) and therefore all large vehicles must be his too. I told him his grandparents would be at his birthday party and he was very excited they plan to attend.