Tom getting into the cowboy spirit (Chris’ great-granddad is technically a cotton farmer, but he’s the nearest thing to a real Texan cowboy that I’ve ever met)

Tom and his Great-Granddad ponder the weather and annual amount of rainfall in Knott, Texas

Eric works with Tom on the angelic look he’ll need for church

Grandma (?-I’m going with ‘Grandma’ as preferred grandmotherly terms have not officially been selected yet) getting in a bit of a cuddle

For those of you who are fed up with baby pictures and would much prefer to see a doggie.

This weekend, we took Tom to see his grandparents, uncle, and great-granddad in Big Spring. It’s a five hour drive, but Tom was a trooper and only whimpered a bit as we drove into town.

We had a very relaxing weekend and got to see most of the family in Knott, Texas.

Tom went to church for the first time and only got a bit agitated when we sung the hymns. I don’t blame him. What is it about singing in church that makes you attempt a pitch twice as high as you do when you’re rocking along to tunes on the radio? Plus, with a small-town church congregation of about 15 (most of them related), it’s not as if you can just mouth the words…every voice counts.

Tom also giggled for the first time—so now I’ve become one of those parents who tries to repeat exactly how Uncle Shawn was interacting with Tom to try and get it to happen again. No luck so far.

Great-Granddad Shaw spent most of his time sitting right next to Tom having lengthy conversations. I overheard a couple of snippets that included: “I reckon you’re not bad as a great-grandson”, “I’m not going to take a bite out of you” and “I’m thinking my cotton is taller than you”.

Tom was really well-behaved and people were asking whether he was a robot as he didn’t cry or fuss much. At first, I was all proud. But then that paranoia that seems to multiply the instant you become a parent set in. Later in the evening, I turned to Chris and asked him if he thought there was something wrong with Tom as he sleeps soundly and is easily soothed when he cries. Chris gave me a look as if it to say “Are you out of your bloody mind? Enjoy it while it lasts”. So I will.

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