Today, we picked up our grandson at Daycare. We walked in and he smiled at us. The other little ones that were waiting for their mom and dads looked at us with adoring eyes. It sure would be easy to pick any one of them up and put them in your car. They’re all so trusting. It’s been interesting watching them over the last few months. A real little one is crawling all over the place. My grandson is the only boy. I don’t think any of them realize this. They are all “too cute.”
We go in the room, and go through the ordeal of putting on his stuff and putting him in the car seat. He has almost as much luggage as I do when I go on a weekend trip. (The diaper bags, etc.) He stayed up longer than usual in the car. He didn’t take his eyes off me. I’m wondering if he remembers me from last week. He just couldn’t make it though. He closed his eyes, just as we were pulling into the driveway. I noticed his jacket was getting little on him since he’s growing so much. He does have a variety of these jackets, so I’m not too worried .
I was happy he wanted me to carry him around when we got inside the house. I could smell his baby hair, and snuggle with him. He sat on my lap, pulled off his right sock, and looked lovingly at my husband who was sitting next to me. He kind of bounces on my lap because he’s excited to see him. My husband is always moving, and who doesn’t want to watch that? He also tries his best to make him laugh with silly noises, etc.
Then, his daddy came in the door. We could just forget it after that. His daddy makes him laugh hysterically. All he has to do is just saying nonsensical words to him, make faces, and the child is a goner. Try as hard as he can, my husband only can get a smile out of the child, not a genuine laugh. I guess that’s the difference between being the parent and a grandparent.
We then got to watch this kid eat. We all take turns feeding him. He can now sit in the high chair and is eating varieties of vegetables and cereal. There’s no problem with this. He will grab the bowl and spoon if you let him. His cereal is a little hot, so he has to wait between courses. He is a big indignant and makes a frustrated noise. After he gets his cereal, he makes those mmm noises that babies make when they eat. While he’s eating, I can’t help but think about all the babies who are going hungry. It’s a sad thought. I’m glad this child has enough food to make him happy, healthy and keep him growing.
His mom is out-of-town for business, and she calls while he’s eating. He takes a little break and looks like he’d like to get inside the phone. He accidentally turns it off trying to manipulate it. At least with modern technology he can see her. It’s a little heartbreaking, but she’s only on a short trip. She’s lucky she has a good job and is successful.
After a while, we know this kid is getting tired. We know this because he starts pulling at his hair. He’s doing a little cry thing, so I take him in his room and rock and sing to him a little. Like his mother before him, he likes this. I like it when he rests his little head on my shoulder and relaxes. He’s so tired tonight that I think he would be asleep in another minute or two. Usually, he likes to coo while I’m singing, but tonight he is just laying there listening.
Then its bath time. He’s getting big for that baby bath thing they use, but he still fits. He likes to kick and splash. The two men work as a team and wash him all up. I just sit and watch. He does a few kicks when I say kickee kick, but he’s getting water all over the place. I don’t see him staying in this bath thing much longer. Unless they want to flood the kitchen.
Finally, he’s about ready for bed. We say goodbye. I’m happy I get to see him again tomorrow. Babies are nice when you’re older, especially when you have a frustrating day. I might as well enjoy him as much as I can. I feel lucky to have this little one.