Grendelyn

Every once in a while (about 20 times a day...maybe more or less, I lose track), our sweet little cherub baby transforms into a monster baby.  With one scream, she is able to control the room.  This is why Keith recently started calling her Grendel (after the monster from the classic of literature, Beowulf), and then turned that into Grendelyn.  When I hear her crying in the other room and I ask Keith what's wrong, he says, "Oh, nothing.  Grendel just came to visit."  And when she was quietly sleeping on her daddy's lap after a crying fit and I asked Keith how Grendel was doing, he informed me that she left and Gwen was sitting nicely on his lap.

It is so much fun watching Keith and Gwen interact.  Two nights ago, Keith was studying for Step 3 (the test that first year residents have to take...for any Grey's Anatomy fans, that is the test that George O'Malley failed requiring him to re-do intern year), and I could hear him reading her review questions.  He would say things like, "What do you want to do with this patient Gwen?  You want to do A.) Give the patient a beta-blocker?  Well, what about choice C.) Order an abdominal ultrasound?  You want to give them an ultrasound?  That's right!  We have to check for internal bleeding!  You don't want to give them a beta-blocker because that can make their BP fall even more.  How did you get so smart?"

*L*O*V*E*