The grandbaby turns one next week: what a joy he is!

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Almost one!

Almost one!

I can’t believe a year has passed since my grandchild, Aidan, was born. It’s been quite an adventure watching him grow. It’s a different perspective when the kid isn’t really your direct responsibility. I’ve watched him go from a sleeping creature to a real kid.

I remember from my past experience as a mother, than once that child turns one,  babyhood is over. Once the child figures out that they can get around on their own, things change. Once they crawl and walk, it’s away from you.

Aidan has been crawling for a couple of weeks.  He’s got the army crawl down, and he does use his knees. He goes after  the same things any curious child goes for:  the door stopper, the electric outlets, a tiny item on the floor.. He is really interested in the wheels of his high chair, and he loved his great -great aunts walker’s wheels. He has protested about diaper changing by moving onto his stomach. He figured out if he holds his body stiff, it’s harder for the adults to fasten him into his high chair, and car seat. Although he doesn’t do it every time, he does it enough to let me know he has a mind of his own.

 

He’s also started crying a little to let you know he is not happy with the situation. For example, his dad was feeding him, and he sorrowfully cried. It took us a little while to figure out that he was frustrated because he took away the dissolving cereal he was supposed to put in his mouth. He wasn’t doing that, but he was carefully examining it.  He also tried to feed it to me. At least he has the idea, in a way. I’m hoping that means he’s going to be a giver.

He does adore my husband. He likes it when he picks him up and talks to him. We were thrilled the other day when my husband played the guitar, and he sang along with us in a soft little voice. He sang, “dada,mama,nana, and other brilliant words. He also let us know that his favorite is still “wheels on the bus.”

I got a little misty eyed when my husband gave him his bath the other day. My husband was doing his shampoo trick, gathering the hair in a funny point on the head.  It was so reminiscent of our lives 30 years ago. My husband is an efficient bath giver. He used to get them washed and dried in 2 minutes flat. He hasn’t lost his touch.

I know what’s going to happen. He will learn to walk, than talk. He will become more and more independent. He won’t want to do what mommy and daddy want to do. He will go to school, find friends, and move further and further away from us. But I’m hoping he will continue to be a part of our lives.i

In the meantime, I’m glad I got another bonus in life, the chance to watch another child develop. Without all the responsibility and work. What a joy it is!

My grandson at 7 months old and growing, growing, growing!

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking my grandson to The Columbus Zoo’s Wildlights

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Cover of "Goodnight Moon"

Cover of Goodnight Moon

I love my new grandson.  So do a lot of people.  This is the first grandchild on both sides of the family.

This kid has one huge following. I don’t think King George himself gets more attention.

Ever since he was born, we’ve all been clamoring for his attention. He’s already used to flashing cameras, and face time on the I-phone and I-Pad .  We all want him to adore each of us.  It doesn’t hurt that he is smiley, and pretty good-natured.  I’ve been excited about him since my son-in-law and daughter showed us that first ultrasound. He looked as big as a small tadpole. But, we fell in love with the idea of being grandma and grandpa right there and then. It was almost as exciting as finding out about the upcoming birth of your own kids.

The baby is now 6 months old, and is getting more interesting. Yesterday, we went along when they took him to the Columbus Zoo to see the Christmas lights. It was an elaborate display, and it was more crowded than usual.  My husband drove, and it took us an hour to drive 3 miles. Under ordinary circumstances, my husband would’ve turned the car around at the first opportunity and leave. (Neither of us have the patience for traffic.) But, we were with my daughter, and son-in-law, and our little prince. He didn’t mind the traffic. He took the opportunity to take a nap.

We finally got in the zoo. There were virtually a million or so lights on the grounds, maybe more. I looked at the baby’s reaction. He kept staring at his parents while they were strolling. He did take a look at all the lights, but who knew what he was thinking. He doesn’t talk yet.  We all kept looking at him. No wonder he was staring at all of us!

They had a big musical show, and the Christmas trees twinkled to music. My husband was so excited to show it to him. He did look straight ahead, and seemed somewhat interested. I couldn’t really tell.  My husband sure was animated, showing him the lights.

We finally went home, and his parents got him out of the crazy car seat they have these days. His mother took him into his bedroom, laid him on his changing table, and he spotted us. Suddenly, a look of some kind of recognition came across his face, and he smiled his sweet, big smile. Then she put him in his bed, and read “Goodnight Moon” to him like she does every night. He sure reacted to that. He was smiling and cooing all over the place.

She laid him in his crib and he kicked his feet with glee and happiness.  I think this is the reaction I was hoping to see at the zoo. But, I took this reaction instead. It was priceless.

The baby tastes real food. A tiny step toward independence.

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Today, my husband and I went to watch our grandson eat his first  bite of oatmeal. Why did we go to the other side of town to do this?  There’s something momentous about watching a human being eat their first solid food. It’s one tiny step toward growing independent.

He's getting bigger

He’s getting bigger

We all sat down at the table with a bowl of oatmeal mixed up with formula. He knew something was up because my husband and I were holding two different cameras, and we were grinning like goons. The child is used to us doing this, but we were especially silly about this. He looked at everyone at the table with a definite look of puzzlement. It was  almost like he was saying, “What’s going on family?” He had almost the same look when we tried to give him a bath in our too small sink last week.

My son-in-law had prepared his formula with the cereal mixed up in it. He is a very specific kind of guy, so I knew it was done to perfection. Then, they sat the kid down with his bib My daughter cradled him in her lap. . (He’s been wearing the bib in case he spits up, but tonight it was for real. )My daughter sat him on her lap, and the first spoonful went in his mouth. It’s always fun to see the look of surprise that comes across their faces when they taste that oatmeal stuff for the first time. It’s like, what is this stuff? Do I like it or not? Where’s my bottle that I guzzle down in 10 minutes flat?

It took a few times, but he seemed to get into the whole thing. (In between swallows, I noticed he was rolling up his tongue)  Some of it didn’t make it into his mouth. We were all excited about the whole thing. It was almost as much fun watching his parents, as it was him. For one thing, they are doing a terrific job being parents and love the baby to pieces. They were proud of their little son. ( That’s how it should be, but it doesn’t always work that way.)

He didn’t seem thrilled with how it sat in his stomach after he ate it. I actually walked around with him because he seemed to be happy in the vertical position.  It might be that he just likes to be carried around after he eats. Who knows? The child already weighs 15 pounds, which isn’t much, but is enough for me.( I don’t remember thinking my kids were heavy, but I was a lot younger and my back was a lot stronger. I can still do it with ease,  but I don’t know how much longer this is going to last. A good incentive to keep lifting those weights in the gym).

After a few more minutes, his mom was able to comfortably sit down with him, and we went through some of his toys he has accumulated. The cool thing is he’s actually playing with them now. His other grandfather sent him some musical toys for Christmas. He banged on the toy drum, and seemed very happy about the cool noise that it was generating. . It wasn’t so long ago that the child was sleeping 16 hours a day, but that’s not the case now. There’s no doubt that this kid is growing out of infancy. Only six months till he’s a year old, and this baby stage comes to an end.

What is great about being a Grandparent is you get to watch this stuff, but it’s at a bit of a distance. It was time for us to go home.  As we were leaving, the child was drinking his bottle. He seemed happy to be drinking his old friend, the formula. He doesn’t have to work hard at drinking that. Another plus about the Grandparent gig; we won’t have to change the diaper when it all comes together at the end.

How a 6 month old baby managed his grandparents

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IMG_0165 My husband and I were flattered when my daughter and  son-in-law asked us to babysit. I guess they decided  we had  figured out the new diapers and ways of doing things after 6 months. So they brought  the precious little one over our house. They  thought it would be a good idea for him to stay overnight. No big deal, right? After all, he can’t go anywhere yet. He hasn’t figured out how to move around on his own. So what’s the worst that can happen?

So, the little guy has been here 3 times  overnight.( I hit the high points in this post.) My husband  strapped  him  in  his  portable  car seat, and connected him to the car. I honestly haven’t mastered the new-fangled car seats. I figure I’ll really try when he changes his car seat in a year. Anyway, we strap him in, and I sit beside him. He earnestly looks at me in a very trusting, innocent way. We take him out of the car, undo his three layers of clothes, and he is looking at both of us with a big smile. He acts like he’s absolutely delighted to be at our house.  So, we do all the baby stuff we used to do. My husband takes out his guitar, plays the harmonica, and we both sing songs from 30 years ago.  We don’t know the new ones, so what else can we do? We get on the floor. We rattle rattles, read books, and take him on a walking tour of our house. I want him to know where he is and who we are.

We don’t put on the TV because my daughter says he shouldn’t watch it till he’s 2.  The pediatrician said “TV might hinder his development.” I look this up, and find that experts do recommend children not watch TV. I guess the main reason is because the adults will be tempted to use it as a babysitter and not interact with the kid. I don’t want to go against his parent’s wishes, so I keep the monster TV off. (I should probably do that on a regular basis anyway.)

So, we are busy interacting with the kid who rewards us with big smiles that we are thrilled about. Naturally, we think this kid is amazing because he is our descendant. After all,  we are indirectly responsible for his existence. If it wasn’t for us, there wouldn’t have been my daughter, who married my son-in-law, and had the baby. (  After all, life is pretty random and accidental.)

Everything is cool until we put him in bed. The first thing my husband fools around with is a baby monitor. We never had one of those. We heard the babies cry from the other rooms. My husband who is mechanically inclined and likes to fool around with gadgets takes too long to  set up  the monitor so we can  watch  the baby’s  every move.  The thing is we don’t want to take any chances with this kid because he’s not really ours. It’s a bigger responsibility. Anyway, he has the thing set up, and I am supposed to put him in the portacrib. I am feeling badly about this. He’s not at his house, and the room isn’t exactly inviting.( Like a 6 month old is going to care about the decor.) So, I put him way down in his portacrib, and he smiles at me. Then, I try to leave the room. I hear him kicking his feet, then I hear his going to sleep noise. It’s not exactly a cry, but it’s  sad. Teachers at the daycare call it his Tarzan yell. I know he does this when he’s going to sleep, but I can’t stand it.  How would it feel to be in a strange undecorated room in the dark? I can’t take it, so I pick him up.

Even though he’s only 6 months old, he gets my husband and I figured out quickly. If he kicks his feet and does his Tarzan yell, we will pick him up. My husband can’t stand it any more than I can. As a matter of fact, he’s much worse. If he hears the kid make a sound, he’s in there.  Not only that, I decide I have to rock him in the old rocking chair that needs a new pad.  After  about 15 minutes of this, I give him a bottle, but he doesn’t seem that hungry. My husband is afraid he might choke after the bottle, so we give him time to digest it.  It’s getting later and later.

At about 2 a.m., my husband decides what he needs is a little music, so he takes out his guitar again, and we sing to him. Not only that, my husband decides we ought to record the whole thing. Finally, the child stops fighting sleep and closes his eyes. I put him in the portacrib and he wakes up and starts crying. After rocking him in the uncomfortable rocking chair, he finally falls asleep.

The next morning when we go into to get him, he gives us the biggest smile ever. He is so happy to see us. I guess he forgot all about being left in the dark in a strange room. He knows we are rusty at changing diapers, and putting on the new outfits. He knows we are suckers for him, and will do whatever he wants. No wonder he is so happy.

Babies are worth it though. Where else are you going to get that smile? We’ll work for it. Wonder what is going to happen when he starts crawling. I know it won’t be long. I can’t wait for him to visit us again!

 

 

 

 

My grandson walks for the first time on October 17, 2014. Age: 15 months.

I am recording the date. I heard from the grapevine that my grandson independently walked on October 17, 2014. Although he had taken little independent steps with his mom and dad, he walked across the room at his daycare center.

I am recording this because I didn’t record when my own children walked for the first time. I do remember the occasions, but not the dates. I do remember the excitement and thrill I felt each time one of them walked away from me for the first time.

Why is this milestone so important to parents and grandparents? I guess we want our children to be able to survive without us, and to get on with the business of growing up, but it is a little sad.

I went over his house to witness this walking thing for the first time. Indeed, he took his little steps and I felt that same thrill once again. Look grandma, no hands. He did take some steps, fell down and momentarily crawled.

I said, “do you want to play crawl?” In this game he crawls, and I follow in my old lady imitation of a crawl. He looked back at me for a second, but decided walking was a better choice.

I guess those crawling days are over. We will now play walk. That’s where he walks and I follow. One day, he won’t want me to play. But for now, I’ll savor those precious moments.IMG_0596.JPG

Grandma Barbie entertains Aidan, a cool 15 month old!

My little joy, Aidan, is already 15 months old. It seemed like I’d been waiting forever for him when he finally arrived at my house at 5:00 p.m. on Friday. I’d only been waiting for about 3 hours.  Can you tell I’m crazy about this child?

He came inside the house, and I immediately gave him the usual tour. Now, more and more he is making himself understood. He is not talking in coherent sentences yet, but some of his words I get. Don’t think they are not listening when their babies. It’s weird when you hear your own words coming back right at you.

I  was a little concerned about his mommy leaving him with her old parents. Was he going to cry as if his heart would break? After she did leave, he did go around the house calling mama and dadda for a few minutes.  I didn’t like that part, but he seemed okay with being in our temporary custody. I am hoping this lasts for a while longer.

Highlights of our visit

I’d  VCR’D the 1963 version of “Bye Bye Birdie.” He liked the dance parts of the movie and tried swinging and swaying to the music. He had to listen to Grandma sing all the songs. We had fun running around with him and dancing along. (It’s  a good thing this old grandma has a reserve of energy and only feels about 35 on this inside!)

A recent photo of Aidan with his cousin, Mariabel.

A recent photo of Aidan with his cousin, Mariabel.

One of his extravaganza toys ran out of batteries, so  Grandpa fixed it. After Grandpa handed Aidan his fixed toy, he immediately  placed it upside down, and looked like he was fixing it too.  What a smart kid!

This toy does everything: counts in Spanish, plays songs, reads books, and who knows what else it’s capable of? I wish it could change his diaper. Maybe I just haven’t found the right button to push?

I took Aidan for a walk in his stroller. Putting  him in it is always a challenge because the belt is so complicated. Shouldn’t things have gotten simpler instead of more complex in 30 years?

While walking around my neighborhood, I decided we should look for pumpkins and Halloween decorations. There are ghosts. witches and pumpkins decorating the houses around here. Personally, I am not fond of scary things, and Halloween has always freaked me out, so I told Aidan to say “whoo” to scare them away from us. Not only did he repeat “whoo” but he chattered all the way around the 1 mile block. I can’t say I really understood him, but it was good to know he was participating in scaring those goblins.

Bedtime

It would’ve been easy for Aidan to go to sleep, but Grandpa wanted to entertain him. He did this by handing him a clock that lit up. After that, Aidan had no interest in going to sleep.  Naturally, he wanted to play with the light. Grandpa put it in two socks to make it a little dimmer, but that didn’t work. In the end Grandpa had to tell him a story. According to Grandpa’s report, Aidan tired after 15 minutes of storytelling. The kid is so smart that he pointed to his crib so Grandpa would cease talking. He fell fast asleep in seconds after his head hit the mattress.

Morning time 

He woke up at 7:00 a.m. with a big smile and eagerness to get moving. After a robust breakfast of  baby puffs, cereal, eggs, toast and bananas, we again walked around the too quiet neighborhood via the stroller. After that I had Aidan walk with his kid walker up and down the sidewalk, said hello to various neighborhood dogs, and played with toys.

I also carried him all around the house, and  showed him all the stuff I keep in my china cabinet. (No china, but some sentimental mementos from the past.) I like to wind up the music box I gave to my mother. It always makes me think of her.

After he got bored with this, I took him outside again and tried putting him in a wagon, He wouldn’t hold onto the sides and I was afraid he’d fall out. That would not be a good thing!  I ended up schlepping the kid and the wagon back to the garage. Not an easy task since he weighs 24 pounds now!

The big highlight was watching Grandpa chainsaw logs that some tree guy chopped off our Ash  tree that my husband is still trying to save from the Ash Borr pest that is killing all the trees in Ohio. So far, the tree is still alive. Grandpa is one stubborn guy.

In the meantime, my daughter’s good friend came over with her little six-year-old boy. What a sweet kid. he entertained himself by playing with all of Aidan’s toys. Aidan was in awe of him. He didn’t seem upset that he was playing with his toys which is probably a good sign.

Finally, it was time for him to go. I was in awe as his parents skillfully organized and packed all his stuff. Watching them work together made me feel a little bit my age.

By the time Aidan left, I think he was exhausted. I hoped he slept in the car on the way to the next Grandma who was accompanying him to a festival. What a good life Aidan has! No shortage of people who love him.

I always hate when he leaves. I know by the time I get him again, he will have gotten a little older and wiser. One day he might not think I’m the coolest Grandma on the face of the planet. I know he is the coolest little grandson in my universe.

Prince Aidan gets his first haircut

My little grandson, Aidan, got his first haircut. His long, flowing, curls are very familiar. As a matter of fact, his mother had the very same ones. They were a source of a constant battle between us.

Mainly, it was because I am just not a hair person. I had to chase the poor little girl, then try to lasso that hair into some kind of shape. It did not want to cooperate. In the meantime, when I combed or brushed it, the poor child would sincerely cry. Maybe it was because she was in pain.

When she got her first haircut her oldest sister was delighted. “Does this mean she’ll lose her curls?” she asked with a hopeful look on her face.

I could hardly blame her. After all, people for some reason, go crazy happy when they see curls on a small child. So, my poor oldest daughter had to give up a lot of attention to her little sister. Luckily, she is not an envious person, and her little sister could not have asked for a more devoted, loving sister. (Even to this very day.)

Little did my oldest daughter know that her job for many years was going to be that of curl tamer. Luckily, for my younger daughter, the oldest sister is good at a lot of things. One of her many talents is having a way with hair. Specifically, she did her sister’s hair in many ways. She disciplined it, ironed it, straightened it, put it up in french braids, and just controlled it.

Don’t get me wrong, I do like her curls. (Since I am no longer in charge of them.) She has learned over the years how to present them in the best way. People still gush over her hairstyle.

Back to my grandson’s first haircut

So, finally Aidan’s parents took the initiative to get his hair cut. They took him to a cutesy kiddie place, “The Cookie Cutter.” Someone had the ingenious idea to put kids on toy vehicles that are quite cool.

Aidan was on a police car when we got to the salon. (My father was a policeman so this slightly freaked me out. After all, he could have been driving a host of other vehicles, fire engines, race cars, etc. Nothing like seeing my grandchild on a car that says, “To protect and Serve”)

Aidan who is not that much of a crybaby was not pleased. He was crying in a little way. Nothing compared to the kid next to him who was wailing.

The poor hairdresser had to contend with 3 grandparents, me, my husband and Aidan’s other grandma. We were all taking pictures. If love and kisses were worth actual money, this child would easily be a millionaire.

So, the hairdresser got those curls to cooperate. She gently combed and skillfully cut them.  He looked very handsome when she was done. IMG_2301.JPG

The best part of the whole thing was watching him try to drive his little car afterwards. I guess he figured it was worth going through all the trauma to drive that cool police car. It choked this grandma up.

The baby turns into a young toddler

Last weekend we got to spend 24 hours with the little one. He is now furniture walking and he is also walking with a baby walker. It won’t be long till he lets go. He is also standing up in his crib which makes it harder to encourage him to take naps.

I have spoiled him . I was afraid he wouldn’t feel comfortable in the spare room, so I laid down on the small couch in his room and pretended I was going to sleep too. This has been going on for months. I don’t know how much longer he’s going to buy into that charade. So far, it’s working.

He is doing some cute things. He holds up his arms and says “up please.” I scoop him up and give him a tour of the house. I do this every time he comes over. Then we go outside and look at the apple trees, flowers, and dog next door.

I have toys for him that he likes, but he would rather play with real stuff. Even little kids know the difference between reality and fantasy. He really likes looking at the lights in the house and pointing to every one of them. He calls each one “that”.

My husband spoils him too. He likes to give him tours of nature, and carts him around in a kiddie wagon we bought at a yard sale. My grandson adores him because he does fun and different things with him!

My husband  is also the official bath giver. This started with our first daughter. I used to do it too, but it was not my favorite activity. My husband can get the kid cleaned, shampooed and dried in no time at all.

We both like to cook for our little royal highness. Sometimes he likes our offerings and other times he’d rather not even taste any of it. There’s always puffs and crunchies which seems to be his favorite kid food. Why not? The stuff dissolves in his mouth. No Cheerios for this new generation!

My husband gave him a frozen orange juice pop that he found delightful, but when he took too big a bite he was a little bewildered with the cold taste. The look on his face was priceless. Shocked!

He seemed happy to be staying with us which made us happy. He also called us names that resembled grandma and grandpa. Mine was ‘Ana’ and my husband was andA. He kept us on our toes and melted our hearts!

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My Grandson’s First Birthday Party

My grandson, Aidan, celebrated his first birthday in grand style . As far as he knows, he comes from a long line of royalty. (In reality it’s more like a long line of peasants). He is our little prince.

The party took place in a shelter room in a public park. When we got to the shelter, the little prince was seated upon his throne ( a portable high chair) . There was a ballon attached and he was holding a toy scepter that his other grandmother purchased at the “deal store”. He was also wearing a straw hat that his aunt had purchased for the occasion. He went from jostling the ballon to banging the scepter which lit up. Since he was trying to bite the balloon, we were encouraging the scepter. We didn’t want him to pop his balloon.

To say he perceived the event was about him would be stretching it. I did repeatedly tell him that it was his birthday , but I don’t think he really understood. Who knows?

This was an occasion befitting our little prince. Appropriate decorations were on the walls and tables. ( my daughter has always had a knack for making things look festive in a short amount of time. )

Although there was a great deal of scrumptious food for the many guests, the little prince still preferred Gerber ‘s macaroni and cheese. His father patiently fed him while all the guests were milling around. I thought his-highness was in danger of unscrewing his head since he was looking at everyone with great interest.

I picked him up and took him around to see his little friends. One little 2 year old boy gently stroked his face and said, “hi”. I have a feeling in a few months they will be good buddies.

The grand finale to this party occurred when his royal highness tasted his birthday cake for the first time. All the adults gathered around to see his first reaction to sugar. (It’s almost like sugar has magical powers). In no time at all, our little one was covered in frosting. He liked it, he really liked it.

His parents allowed him to open a few presents at the party. He liked the cards, ribbons and wrapping paper. He didn’t seem as focused on what was inside the box. We all know that will come by next year. And in a few years he will let us know if he’s disappointed by the expression on his face. So this naïveté was precious !

After the party, we went to his house and unwrapped the rest of his presents . He couldn’t keep up with the envelopes and wrapping paper. He was enjoying the whole thing so much that he whimpered when his dad and mom put him to sleep. It only took him 2 minutes to fall fast asleep.

I was a little sad when we left because I knew he was not a baby any more .

On the other hand, we will have great fun watching our grandson grow. I just know how fast it’s going to go!