I love 3G. No, I'm not talking about some fancy schmancy mobile network, I'm referring to the three generations of women with whom I currently reside. My mother arrived for an extended visit about a month ago. While here, she has taken over the lion's share of caring for Little Sister. I must say, it's quite nice to wake up in the morning and get up and go knowing that my mom has everything under control with regard to caring for Little Sister. It has also been quite nice on the pocketbook to have some relief from daycare expenses. But, most importantly, I'm loving watching the bond that has formed between Little Sister and her grandmother. They are two peas in a pod. My mom has been here through some significant transitions in Little Sister's development - she helped transition her to solid food, she has been here through her teething and most recently, Little Sister has started to sit up on her own. She's growing up so quickly and I'm glad my mom is here to share in these moments. But, I must admit that I am a bit jealous about the royal treatment that Little Sister is receiving. Undivided attention, spa baths and rubdowns are just the beginning. I knew my mother had taken things a bit far when I came home and she had ironed Little Sister's onesies. Now, who in their right mind irons onesies?! I can honestly say I don't remember my onesies getting ironed...nevermind the fact that I would have been too young to remember such a detail. But, I checked in with my sisters and they don't recall having their onesies ironed nor do they recall my mother ironing mine. And since I was the little sister, trust me, my big sisters remembered every act that could possibly be considered favoritism. An ironed onesie definitely qualifies. But, it's all good. My mother is happy and Little Sister is happy and that's all that matters.
