My sister, who lives in New York flew out with her husband and son.
Her son doesn't really know me, having only met me three times in his short life.
I remind him of his mom, but I'm not his mom so I think it freaks him out a bit.
In August he'd cry and run away at the mere sight of me.
I was so set to help her out, after her helping me with all three of my kids when they were little.
This visit, well you can see I'm making progress.
Slow and steady.
I'd embrace him every chance I could.