I already had a copy, so I sent it to my dad and step-mom. I knew they'd be here soon after Champ was born, and I thought it might help if they were familiar with the Five S's (swaddle, side, shush, swing, and suck).
And then I forgot all about it.
About a month later, they came to visit. I was in my bedroom one morning when suddenly I heard a loud SHHHHHHHHHHH coming from the living room.
What in the world?
I went out to find my dad, face to face with Moose. Shushing at top volume.
He and my step-mom had read the entire Happiest Baby On the Block book. And he wanted to acclimatize Moose to the sound of shushing.
Quite possibly the sweetest thing I've ever seen.
And entirely emblematic of how whole-heartedly my parents have jumped into their renewed grandparenthood.
The one thing (so far) that's tough about being a single parent is that there's no one who thinks the little moments in your baby's life and development are as incredible as you do. There's no one to turn to and say, "Oh my God! She's sucking her upper lip!" No one who'll stare at her with you while she's sleeping so you don't feel like a total stalker of your own baby because even though it's getting later and later and you really should go to sleep you just CAN'T STOP STARING because she's just. so. awesome.
This is all to say that I am particularly grateful for my parents' enthusiasm.
And I wasn't at all surprised when my dad called a few days ago to ask if they could come for a visit. Apparently, my step-mom just can't wait to see her until Thanksgiving.
I get it.
I can hardly wait to see her for the duration of a blink.