Sometimes I feel like I am my toddler's personal assistant, coordinating his social calendar and relaying messages for him. My days go something like this:
Mommy: "Baby Scheduling Service, this is Mommy. How may I help you?"
Voice on Phone: "Hello, this is Grandma."
Mommy: "Hello, Grandma. Can I interest you in our Tuesday Evening Special? We're offering a complimentary spaghetti dinner with your baby visit, complete with a poncho to protect your clothes from flying noodles."
Grandma: "No thanks. I'd like to schedule a Saturday visit with my grandson...and I'd like the Fuss-Free Guarantee, please."
Mommy: "I'm sorry, but we are no longer offering the Fuss-Free Guarantee due to an unexpected increase in tooth production. However, we are promoting our Proof of Fussy Certification this week, which includes a log of naps that confirm that the reason for his fussiness is not your visit."
Grandma: "Okay, that will have to do. I also have a list of requested maneuvers for my stay. Specifically, I would like to order four smiles, two hugs (upon arrival and departure), several steps (you did say he was walking now, didn't you?), and at least three laughs."
Mommy: "All right, I'll pencil you into his calendar for this Saturday, between his baby food throwing and his rough-housing with Daddy. Will there be anything else?"
Grandma: "No, that's all. I'll see him on Saturday."