Harrison is so fond of his Grandma Sherry. Yesterday, he smiled at both Grandma and me. It was a really sweet moment when he smiled for the first time (and it wasn't the Happy Gas smile). Grandma Sherry talks to him all of the time. She sings and plays and does all sorts of things that make Harrison respond to her. Every night she says his prayers for him (and she comes out of his room with tears in her eyes). I can only imagine the stuff she did with me when I was his age.