At two months old, my daughter was the size of a 5-6 month old, but my grandpa (We call him Pops.) still wouldn’t hold her. She’s too small still. She’s too fragile. So when he finally started holding her a few weeks ago (at almost four months old), it was a big deal. I wanted a picture.
“Here. Hold her so I can take a picture,” I said as I handed my daughter over.
“No. No. No. I’m not dressed for a picture,” my grandpa replied as he took her.
What?!? I realize he’s newly retired and not used to being in a track suit all the time yet, but dressed for a picture? We were all cracking up as I took the picture anyway. Memories!
“Next thing you know, he’ll be saying he needs to fix his makeup first,” my grandma joked in between her laughter.