Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I babysat our grandson for a long period yesterday:  from 2:30 pm to 11:30 pm.  We strolled him and played on the floor, we walked him around and he looked at his favorite things in our house, but after one bottle and one nap he'd pretty much had enough, and began crying.  I knew what he was saying:  where's mommy and daddy and my house and my things and this has gone on TOO LONG!  I strolled him inside the house and he fell asleep for an hour, then woke up, took part of a bottle, I got him in his sleep gear, and he was DONE.  Luckily, it was around his bedtime, and my husband strolled him again.  I'd tried the bottle and portacrib, but no way.  This time I put the stroller next to my chair and proceeded to listen to him breathe and snore and murmur.  He did not wake up, having taken the hint that this was going to be a very long evening and he didn't chose to witness any of it.  When they finally arrived, daddy carried him out to the car still fast asleep.  He was not going to open his eyes until he was home, that was for sure.  My husband and I were exhausted, but relieved that baby had cooperated and seen the lay of the land.  When in doubt, hibernate!