Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our younger grandson is having a fit over sleeping in his crib, especially for his nap.  His babysitter couldn't get him to nap, and I couldn't either last Friday.  Yesterday morning he woke up at 4: 30 am, after screaming in his crib at one am and he refused to nap, and got grumpier and grumpier.  After our daughter picked him up, she stopped by for us and we ate at a nearby Mexican place we love, but he wouldn't eat but a tiny bit of rice.  I offered to help put him to bed, as our son-in-law was at his class, and my husband went on to his chorus rehearsal.  I distracted the baby tyrant while my daughter got his sleep clothes out, warmed his bottle of milk, and then we read to him.  He conked out immediately as she rocked him, and then we sat downstairs with the monitor and watched some stuff on TV.  It was lovely having tea and looking at one "Parks and Recreation" episode, a couple of skits of Trevor Noah, and then the first part of a silly Hallmark Christmas movie, with the couple who don't like each other eventually falling in love.  It was just our speed, and it was just us gals mellowing out.  I don't get to do that with my daughter since the terrible two came on the scene, and though I adore him, I loved having my daughter all to myself for a little bit.