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’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!

Going on my first vacation with my grandson

My oldest daughter, Lindsay, lives in Washington D.C. Stacey, her younger sister, decided to visit Lindsay, and invited us to go along. (The two girls have always been close). It was a family trip with our little love to see our oldest love! They flew and we drove. Driving to D.C. is not too bad, only 7 hours away from Columbus, Ohio. My husband does not like sharing driving responsibilities with me. Unfortunately for me, he now has Sirius radio, and one of his favorite programs is “Willie’s Road House.” Hearing Willie Nelson and his friends is enough to make me want to head for the hills. So, I plugged my iphone in and listened to my juvenile rock-n-roll. Anyway, we finally get to DC, go to my daughter’s apartment, and Mr. baby Aidan is waiting for us. He sees me, and starts to clap. I am the clapping, singing, grandma. The apartment wasn’t equipped with toys and Aidan played with a Lacrosse ball, not intended for babies,all weekend. We all noticed he is now using his knees to crawl, and naturally, we were excited. He’s been doing an army crawl up to now; hands and no knees. When my husband came into the room, after parking the car, Aidan broke out in a big smile. Like it or not, he gets a little bit more excited when he sees my husband. Maybe he senses they are both males! Aidan also met another adult male, Assaf, a cousin from Israel. Assaf is bringing over his family as soon as he can. This includes 3 bigger children, and a baby girl who is about six months younger than Aidan. Hopefully, he’ll get to know them! He was happy to let Assaf play the father role. It’s a good thing because Assaf is homesick for his family! We took him on the metro, and he thought that was great fun. He seems to enjoy people watching, and acted like he’d been riding the metro all his life. He looked pleased with all the new things he got to ride in: the elevator,and several escalators. As if on cue, he fell asleep when going to the museums, so it made it easy on the adults. He is starting to be a toddler and rebelling slightly against his parents. When they put him in the stroller, he will hold his body stiff so they can’t fasten all the seat belts. I don’t know why he does this, but it doesn’t really work. After several seconds he gives up, and let’s them do their thing. He’s also been doing this on the changing table. Maybe he wants to change his own diaper. I have a feeling this kid will toilet train himself so he won’t have to go through all the rigamarole of diaper changing. He met his third cousins at the zoo, two adorable boys, but his response was a growling noise. I think he was trying to establish the fact that he was a boy too. They were much older, 2 and 5. After a few minutes, he took his nap while we all attempted to see some animals at the National Zoo in DC. Never go there with a car to park! It’s impossible. The hordes of people made it impossible to see the animals, but we were there to visit with each other anyway, so it didn’t matter. ( I did see an elephant who didn’t look too excited to be in captivity. I was glad to see he had other elephants to pal around with. ) We took Aidan with us to the restaurants. His servants, parents, fed him so he wasn’t hungry. He looked up with curious eyes at all the servers. Maybe he was wondering if they were day care workers. Maybe he couldn’t figure out why they were talking to the adults instead of him. (Which is usually the case.) His parents slipped him some human food. He seemed to think it was quite tasty and gummed the little tiny pieces. He only has two teeth. He got his first taste of a sweet pancake, and that seemed to turn him on. He entertained himself at brunch with a plastic cup which he turned upside down and tried to bang. After he got tired of that. he took an empty water bottle and stuck a napkin in it, than pulled it out. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all be entertained like that? My daughter and son-in-law had the right idea when they wouldn’t let me walk around with him. After all, he has to get used to the restaurant. I have a feeling he’s going to get just the right amount of discipline. Finally, it was time to go. We all waved goodbye, including the baby, and that was the end of our first family vacation together! 20140529-153524-56124225.jpg

My first official Mother’s Day as a grandmother

Today, I went to my daughter and son-in-law for my first Mother’s Day as a Grandmother.

We walked into the house, and Aidan, my grandson, clapped his hands and was totally delighted to see all of us. He gave us a soft “hi” . Members of our entourage included Great great Aunt Ruth (Rochel), Uncle Brian (aged 32), Grandpa and Grandpa. I can’t help wondering what Aidan thinks of all the relatives coming and going.  He is everyone’s little Prince.

Naturally, I wanted to hold him, but someone else wanted to hold him more. Aunt Rochel, held Aidan ( a sturdy toddler now) in her arms for a good 20 minutes. Aunt Rochel is a little frail, but she’s a tough, stubborn, curious, and above all, optimistic about life. How many people can hold their great-great-nephew.

You could see her joy and amazement that little Aidan wanted to sit on her lap. Everyone loves to feel needed, and she did. He was enjoying it too. No protest.

I was happy that I had my family around me. The only one missing was my oldest daughter whom we called. I got my first grandma card! I gave my daughter a card too.

It was a good day!

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My grandson at 10 months

Today, my grandson got to say with Grandma and Grandpa for 6 hours.

He really knows us now. He doesn’t waste any time smiling and clapping his hands when he sees us.

He is now rolling, and going backwards and forwards. It’s not a traditional crawl, but it seems to be working for him. Now, we have to chase him to get him away from potential danger.

He loves to go down in his playroom and play with his exercise saucer and contraption that he can throw balls down, and it lights up and plays music. (Great toys these days).

I was proud that my daughter knows how to decorate, and puts up all his art work from daycare. They do clever things like putting his feet in paint, and creating around that. It’s all very adorable and a nice thing to save.

I’m also glad to see that the TV is not a focal point in this house. He hardly ever watches it. This was pediatrician advice that I thought was silly, but now I think it’s a great idea. No sense putting your kid in front of the TV or computer. There’s nothing like one-to-one human interaction.

We took him for a walk outside,and he seemed to really enjoy the whole experience. I was doing my kiddy patter that I used on my own kids, pointing out interesting things: purple blossoms, orange flowers, yellow fireplugs, dogs,etc. Because of this, they all graduated college. (Well, who knows?)

I did my grandma spoiling thing by singing him to sleep, and letting him sleep on me. He already knows that I like to do this, so he happily plays along. As a matter of fact, he now expects it! You can spoil a baby if you try hard enough.

He has two bottom front teeth now! And I think he may be getting some other teeth soon. He also has a few words: mama, dada, his name (sort’ve) and hi. He also repeats some words. Now, he waves bye bye and hi.

While feeding him, I allowed him to hold his spoon. He gazed at it like it was the grand prize. He wanted to bang it against the top of the high chair. He got really excited when I let him hold his empty food container. He definitely had that look in his eye that said, “oh boy, I’m not supposed to hold the food container, thanks Grandma.”

Finally, after the walking, napping, feeding, etc, mom and dad came home. He was happy to see them, and visa versa.

It was just enough time to spend with my precious little grandboy.

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Showing respect for different religions and traditions: my 10 month old grandson celebrates his heritage

Our little sweet grandson, Aidan, celebrated both Passover and Easter this weekend. Nothing like an innocent child to bring families together in one way or the other.  Nobody got converted to the other side, but showed respect for each family’s traditions.

Our grandchild spends time with his family on both sides

The baby came over for a postponed Seder. We didn’t tell him it was the wrong day. ( I was sick on the right day.) We went through the Egyptian Exodus Story in an abbreviated fashion. There’s just something about doing it on the wrong day that takes the pomp and circumstance out. Aidan, our grandson, was sitting in his High Chair and looked at his 8 year old cousin, Caden, read his part of the Seder in true hero worship. It seemed like he’d know him forever. It was priceless.

Later on, Caden got on the floor with the baby and read him some stories, and paid attention to him. I think Aiden sensed that Caden is much older than him, but not as old as his aunts, uncle, and grandparents.

Our grandson has another side of the family, and they love him as much as we do. We went for a lovely luncheon at their house. His other grandma is a very giving person, and she made us a delicious luncheon . She is also a devout Catholic.  She invited  us to share her Easter with her.  We do the same exchange on Christmas and Chanukah. Without him knowing it,  this sweet child has made us all into  an extended family.

The Easter Luncheon

When he saw us come in the house, Aidan was at his usual place, the floor. He looked up and gave us  big smiles. We all sat down around him and watched him to his routine. Right now, at almost 10 months he takes one toy and bangs it against another. He also got way up on his arms to look at all of us. He still gets on his stomach and bounces his arms and legs together. He was on a blanket and there is a floor blanket underneath. He was trying to get to the fringe. His grandma Gigi didn’t want him to put it in his mouth, so they kept directing him away from it. He was determined, but he lost that battle.

He seems to like examining carpet under the blankets he’s laying on. He does it our house too. Maybe he will be an investigative type, or he’ll be a carpet cleaner.

He’s still not crawling, but is getting around on his tummy anyway. I hear his daddy “slithered and didn’t really crawl,” so maybe he’s taking after him. We happily watched him for 3 hours. He thought it was a great time. So did all of us. There’s just something about it, that is entertaining. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we all could go through life with that constant support? But, maybe we wouldn’t learn any life lessons. He has heard the word no, and seems to know what it means.

He also “bops it out.” When he hears music he knows how to show the beat. He moves his head and upper body to the beat. It’s so cute.

His mommy decided, it was time for a nap since he barely slept all day. She even took him for a power walk in his stroller, but he wasn’t going to go to sleep, not with all his fans around. Finally, he gave in and took a nap at 4:00. He sure did resist it though. Who can blame him? Who doesn’t want to be the center of attention?

He also babbled more, saying “mama, dada, and ninini. He also showed excitement by his inflection. Nobody can believe how fast he’s growing. He’s now 29 inches long, and 20 pounds.

Till the next time. Only 2 months to go until he’s  a 1 year old. Going fast isn’t it?

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Babysitting for several days

Grandson at 9 months

Grandson at 9 months

I thought I’d help my daughter and son-in-law out by babysitting. My grandson had a little virus and couldn’t go to daycare. The fact that he caught it at daycare doesn’t mean they get any money back. Obviously, germs are quite intelligent because they know a daycare is a good place to be fruitful and multiply

To my surprise, I forgot how to change a diaper properly. After two days, I’m back up to snuff. I needed a refresher course. The diapers are sure cuter than they used to be: Sesame Street characters, etc. (Of course he doesn’t know what Sesame Street is because he isn’t allowed to watch TV until he’s 2). Then they have a heavy duty diaper for night time. Those diaper people are pretty smart. Maybe I should buy stock in their company.

Now that he’s eating big boy food, his output his much larger than previously. That is one glitch in the biologic system. Why don’t we come into the world fully trained? And why do our bodies fail us when we get too old? (Not there yet.)

The other problem I had was having the gumption to put him to sleep for his nap. Although I never felt guilty about putting my own kids to sleep, I felt like a mean grandmother doing this. Maybe it has something to do with me remembering that I hated to take naps. Plus, I want to spend as much time with him as possible when he’s around me.

Fun parts of grand-parenting

The fun part is practicing my music with this child. I participate in two choirs. I need to memorize all the music. Lately, I’ve been trying to learn the words to a Hebrew song. After 3 days when I sing it, he broadly smiles and claps his little hands together. He also keeps the beat with his body. Who can ask for anything more?

He is easily entertained. Giving him the same toys day after day doesn’t bother him. He loves banging things together. He is now scooting around and discovering new places to go. But, he’s not completely free yet. He still doesn’t know what to do with his legs. He will lay and the floor and flail both his legs and arms, but he ends up doing 360′s and dragging his feet. You can see the crawl coming soon!

The best part is feeding him. He does like his food. He is a pretty neat eater too. Nothing much on his bib. I should be so neat. He makes complimentary noises to accompany his meals. Something like “mmm.”

The other great part is this child’s smile. He could melt the heart of the meanest old lady. I take him outside and he smiles from ear to ear. I tell him to listen to the tweeting birds. I think my mother did this, I did this, and now I get to do it again. How lucky can you get?

So much for grand-parenting in the middle of month 9.