Saturday night liveliness is more like it.
Little Max entertained his grandmas in fine fashion during a weekend supper planned by his parents.
"We let him sleep so he'd be ready to party," Scott laughed as little Max laughed with his dad.
Katy held him while he slept two hours in the afternoon. By the time Bonnie and I arrived, Max was up and at 'em.
The little guy kept looking at all of us. "What is this?" he thought. "Everyone I love here in the same room." He'd look to Scott, to Katy, to Bonnie and to me. "Wow. What a night."
Bonnie and I took turns holding our grandson. She put him in the jumper thing, and he played and jumped and made music and noise. Just the few days since I'd seen him in it, he has learned to make his feet go and turn all the toys that rim the ring holding him.
Isn't it amazing, we all said, that one little 6-month-old can take over a house, both literally and emotionally. A swing and a play mat have taken over the living room. The jumper and a new high chair are in the kitchen. Right now, the rest of Max's stuff is upstairs in his room.
Bonnie and I both asked Scott what we could bring to the first family supper. Nothing, he said. He wanted to do it all. Oh, what joy, I thought. My daughter married a guy who likes to cook and is a good cook. I'll be a guest anytime.
Max tried out his new high chair for the first time, sitting at the table with the four of us. "Hey, where's my food," he thought.
He watched us munch on corn on the cob, delicious grilled steaks and chicken and baked potatoes with all the trimmings.