May I just say this?

If you wanna hear your heart melt, there is no sweeter thing to hear than a 2-year-old grandbaby calling, "gwand-ma" from his crib.  Ok, so I won't leave him in there to play a little longer, even though his nap was only an hour today.  gwand-ma cannot be denied.

And I did manage to get quite easily into the story revising last night.  Now why do I put myself through such a headache to begin?