Today was Smacky's first full day at the Daycare of Granny and Grandpa. It was a rousing success!
Granny made Smacky a little nest on her bed, where the sniffling, sneezing baby had several naps. (Kindercare yielded not only new human friends but new germ friends, too.)
Smacky and Granny went on a stroller ride, played on the davenport, produced and wiped up copious amounts of snot, and generally had a Good Time.
10 hours after I dropped her off, I returned (~insert choir of angels singing here~) and we all had dinner together. At least the grownups did- garlic mashed potatoes, fried shrimp, and green salad. Smacky thought Granny's mashed potatoes looked mighty tasty and she stared at them as long as they were visible.
Then Smacky fell asleep in my arms and we went home for two full days of being alone together, just like the Olden Days. What a relief. This being apart business isn't much fun.