It's official?
Henry is fourteen months old. Knowing that, you could safely deduce that my dad became a Grandpa fourteen months ago, and technically you'd be right. However, I'd like to say that my dad officially became a Grandpa this past Saturday.
My parents came up Saturday afternoon to babysit Henry so Dave and I could have a leisurely dinner then go see a movie. They've done this before, but usually we've only gone out for a movie, and we've always caught the late show which means Henry was already in bed by the time we would leave. While talking to my mom early last week I mentioned we were thinking of heading out on the town around five, which meant they would have to deal with dinner, bathtime, teeth-brushing, and bedtime. I believe my mom's exact words were "GREAT!!!" which is technically only one word, but you know what I mean. (For the record, they couldn't wait to get rid of us on Saturday. From the time they stepped off the train to the time we actually walked out the door to go out, I believe they asked us at least four times to clarify exactly when we were leaving.)
After we picked them up from the train station and had some lunch, we set Henry loose from his high chair so he could run around. Within five seconds my dad was on the floor with him and the two of them played until Henry started fussing for his nap. I gave Henry some milk, tucked him in, then retired back to the living room. While Dave was messing around on the computer, my mom and I worked at restringing Dave's banjo and my dad settled onto the couch with his book. Ten minutes later, my mom and I notice a low rumble coming from behind us. We turn around to find my dad, glasses still on, book across chest, snoring away. He and Henry had completely worn each other out. I turned to my mom and said "It doesn't get more "grandpa" than passing out on the couch after some hard-core playtime with the grandkid does it? I guess this means he's official now."