I hear someone stirring in the bassinet and I see two little feet.
(No, someone stirring and kicking his little feet is not the rare occurrence.)
But I hear something that I almost never hear ~ I hear whimpering. And I see something that I almost never see ~ such a sour face!
"Eóghan, I'm right here. You're not alone!"
"Come on, look up!"
"Okay, I'll stop crying now."
Now that's more like it!
This is what I'm used to seeing all the time!
Talk about spoiled! I am one spoiled Grandma!