This has been the scene at our house for nearly every waking moment over the last five days. Sylvia and her "mini-me". Sylvia headed home yesterday and left us with a very confused baby (why aren't I being held? HELLO???), I think she may've actually forgotten how to walk. At one point I overheard Sylvia telling Jermaine, "I could carry her around all day and wait on her and give her everything she wants forever". Funny thing about grandmoms, huh?