Growing up I feel like I was really close to my grandparents. Maybe it was because I was the youngest on one side of the family and the only girl on the other side, but I always felt a special bond with my grandparents. Even my aunts and uncles and great aunts and great uncles. I always knew when I had kids they would be close to there family.
Over Easter weekend, we spent the day with my parents. We were all exhausted but Mason was going strong. He went and grabbed his blanket and proceeded to try and climb up on the couch with Papaw. Papaw helped and he just laid there for a long time until my Mom took him and placed him in his crib. I am sure this just makes Papaw’s day, but it also makes this Mama the happiest Mama EVER.
This boy sure does love his Papaw and he now says, Papaw all the time. I got a video below to remember. I was talking to my Dad on the phone and Mason started saying Papaw. It was a whisper but clear as day. I got off the phone and recorded it so that my Dad could see it, just in case it did not happen again. Of course, when we went to Nana and Papaw’s this weekend he was saying it to him. A-DOR-ABLE! He has said Papa a few times in the past, but we were not really sure if he was trying to say Papaw or making papa noises or even trying to say his sitter’s name. No denying what he is saying now. My little talker. 
Ignore the snotty nose please, we are still recovering.
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