Shout hooray

Yesterday Carey, aka Mom, had a big birthday. 

A year ago, when we found out we had a wee one on the way, I wasn't sure how my parents would feel about becoming grandparents. I hoped they wouldn't feel that we were somehow prematurely aging them. So I was relieved when Carey wept with joy after we told her the news. She's been in Rocks Star Grandma mode ever since. 

Without Carey, I don't think we would have survived the first week after Ivy was born. When she left to go home to Utah, I sobbed uncontrollably. She made everything perfect, kept our apartment cleaner than it's ever been (and probably ever will be), got up in the night with Ivy, insisted that I relax, drove us to doctors appointments, cooked constantly, and babysat so Stephen and I could go get sushi after nine months of deprivation. 

Not only does she make 50  and grandmotherdom look really good, but so far Carey is the single person who can make Ivy giggle at any moment. Ivy laughs at everyone, but usually only sporadically. With Carey, it's patty cake and chuckle fest all the time.

We love you, Nana Carey.