Fumble-Fingered Grampa

The Smudge and I enjoyed (and I use the word loosely) a milestone hour and a half last night. Yes, Grandma and Mom went out for a book club meeting and left Grampa to babysit. It was time for the old guy to step up to the plate because Dad was also busy elsewhere.

Grampa managed to change her diaper but didn't do so well with an article of clothing called a Onesie. He managed, with some difficulty, to remove the wet garment from the baby's body, but he wasn't able to get the clean one on. That's right, his best effort resulted in getting said Onesie stuck over her face. Therefore, seeing that the Wee Smudge really detests having her face covered and that she wasn't in the finest of humours to begin with, Grampa decided let her go topless until the ladies got home. It was hot enough anyway, so it seemed like a prudent decision.

However, it wasn't very nice for two distinguised ladies to laugh at a poor, old, five-thumbed grampa's pathetic attempts like they did when they got home after their pleasant evening out. Smudge certainly wasn't laughing about it. Most certainly not! Nor was I.

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In any event, Mom took this pic not long ago, and I helped her convert it to black and white. She may put it together with a cast of the wee Smudge's feet that she had done this week. She's to provide the printed photo, and the footprint people will frame it together with the castings.