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

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!


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

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.


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


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!





Two year old Aidan’s birthday party 

Today was the grandson, Aidan’s, second birthday. After having my own sixty-fifth birthday several days ago, I reflected on how lucky I was to fully enjoy this treasured child’s milestone birthday.

All day Aidan waited for the cake moment when we would sing “Happy Birthday” to him. He was so excited that he loudly protested taking an afternoon nap.

I left the whole scene and went to pick up his 93-year old great great aunt, Rochel, at her apartment. She perks up every time we include her in our family celebrations concerning her nephew.

After returning home, I slipped up the stairs to see how the nap was going. What I found was his grandpa (papa) almost asleep in his room, and Aidan standing up with his arms extended for me. I, being a reluctant disciplinarian, swooped him out of his bed and allowed him to play with a toy lawn mower, I’d acquired at the neighbor’s yard sale.

Throughout the day, Aidan would approach the table where he knew we’d recently celebrated other birthdays, eaten cake, and sung “Happy Birthday.” I kept saying, “not yet”, and pretty soon he was saying it too.

Aidan also burst into a melodious version of ” Happy Birthday” every time he approached the table.

It was so sweet when he opened his presents. Unlike last year, he understood what was under the wrapping paper and ribbons. Toys!

My husband and I gave him a tool set mimicking Papa, who is a fix-it person, and Aidan became very excited by the toy drill. It made noise, and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it. At first, he was running around with it and waving it in the air.
After Papa pointed out it was a fix-it tool, not a weapon, Aidan pretended to fix things. It was particularly poignant to see his 93- year old, Aunt Rochel, patiently allowing him to pretend to fix the bow that came with the present. She did the same exact kind of thing with my kids who still adore her. (Aidan is named after her husband, Al, who was equally patient and kind.)

Other favorites included a fancy wagon, pretend grill and basketball hoop.

We finally all sang “Happy Birthday” and brought out the cupcake cake. A big smile lit up his face. Aidan liked the icing, ice cream, and cupcakes. All of us enjoyed watching him blow out his candles, and eat his cupcake.
I couldn’t help thinking that by next year Aidan will be older and wiser. Maybe, by next year he won’t need as much help blowing out his candles.

A two-year old birthday party!

Aidan at his two-year old party. ( His auntie stuck the bows on his head.)

I hope we will all be there to see it.

A Day at COSI

COSI provides fun and learning.

Today we went over to our grandson, Aidan’s, house. We were going to spend the day at COSI (Center of Science and Industry). This museum has been in Columbus for a while. It’s a very innovative, hands-on, science museum. There are shows, and explanations of science included with the admission place. There are also 3D movies for an extra fee. It is well-worth the cost.
We knocked on the door and we could hear Aidan getting excited behind the door. He loves us! And he enjoys going to COSI. There is a

flat membership family fee, and the family can take him there any time they want. The family can bring two guests with them too.

We went to the car to start our fun day at COSI. He pointed to the seat next to him, and said, “Bubbe, sit down right here. Let the talking really begin! It is so cool to watch speech development. It goes from sounds to words, phrases, sentences, and finally strong requests.

COSI is cool

We finally got to COSI where all kinds of trucks were parked


Making memories at COSI

COSI provides fun and learning.

COSI provides fun and learning.

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Making memories at COSI

Making memories at COSI

outside, and the kids and parents could get on them and pretend to be truck drivers. There were also yellow, plastic pretend hard hats available for everyone.  (This was a special event for Father’s Day. )

Aidan couldn’t decide if he wanted to wear the hat, so he kept taking it on and off. Since we all wanted him to wear the hat, we put the hard hats on too. What people will do for their children and grandchildren!

His Papa and Daddy, David, seemed to be just as excited about the trucks as the youngsters. They took Aidan’s hand and led him from one giant truck to the other.

I looked around and saw a few enthusiastic girls.  I did see a lot more excited boys and men.

Kid space

Kid space  is the most imaginative place for little kids.  There is  a pretend kitchen, doctor center, barn, doctor office, car, ambulance, play water tables, and an inside playground.

Aidan’s other Grandma, Gerry, and I stayed there with Aidan while his parents went to the planetarium with Papa. Aidan has a fair sense of play already. If he gave me a plastic banana, Gerry got one. He already knows that he shouldn’t show preference for one grandma over the other. How smart is that?

His favorite place was the water area. They have all kinds of water tables, boats, balls, and different contraptions powered by water. He was drenched even though they have little plastic blue aprons. All the kids playing there seemed so happy.

I couldn’t help but remember taking Aidan’s mom, Stacey, to COSI when she was little. She loved it just as much as he does. It’s nice to be able to go back with her little one. It’s almost like getting that golden time back again.

Columbus, Ohio, is so lucky to have such a wonderful place to take children! Like Aidan says when he gets there, “Wow!”

Making memories at The Columbus Ohio Zoo

There’s nothing like a toddler grandchild to make you feel wanted. My husband and I returned from a 10 day vacation and we got a great reception from our little one.

“Papa, Bubbe,” he shouted, while jumping up and down. I felt like a rock star. It’s more like my husband is the lead singer and I am in the backup band, but that’s okay.

The next day we all went to the very cool Columbus Zoo. My daughter took us with her Columbus Zoo membership. Yes, the tables have turned. I guess the next chapter started a while ago. (When I wasn’t looking.)

Now, the zoo added an African exhibit that gives the animals a big giant space to wander around in; maybe they don’t even know they’re captive, maybe they think the humans are on display?

I discovered something in the African exhibit that my grandson really liked, a music area. A xylophone like thing and some big drums. Pounding those babies was delighting him, and his sixty-something Bubbe. Papa showed up and they both were beating those drums together.

No more animals for our toddler after he discovered that music section. Just finding and

Beating the drum at The Columbus Zoo

Beating the drum at The Columbus Zoo

following that beat!

Afterwards, a group representing African music showed up, and we all tried to get into it.

So, there we were at the African exhibit: animals looking free in the wild while the family is moving and grooving.

Memory making at its finest!


Heading Toward the Terrible Twos! 

Originally posted on Grandmother Diaries :

“Bubbe no” says my 22 month old grandson. He says “no” when you suggest changing his diaper, napping, and going in his stroller. He also said “no” when I suggested reading a picture book about a dinosaur using the potty. (I am just grateful that I won’t have to do that potty training thing. It wasn’t my strongest skill. ) The way he lets you know he’s bored with something is by saying “bye” to it.

I am amazed he can turn the iphone on and off, find aps on my ipad, and look at pictures on both contraptions. Nobody taught him any of that. Maybe 21st century kids come with an ap in their brains . He particularly enjoys an ap that plays musical instruments.

His newest mode of transportation is the wagon I bought at a yard sale. I act like a horse and try to gallop with…

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Heading Toward the Terrible Twos! 

“Bubbe no” says my 22 month old grandson. He says “no” when you suggest changing his diaper, napping, and going in his stroller. He also said “no” when I suggested reading a picture book about a dinosaur using the potty. (I am just grateful that I won’t have to do that potty training thing.  It wasn’t my strongest skill. ) The way he lets you know he’s bored with something is by saying “bye” to it. 

I am amazed he can turn the iphone  on and off, find aps on my ipad, and look at pictures on both contraptions. Nobody taught him any of that.  Maybe 21st century kids come with an ap in their brains . He particularly enjoys an ap that plays musical instruments. 

His newest mode of transportation is the wagon I bought at a yard sale. I act like a horse and try to gallop with the child holding on the sides.  He is good for my exercise efforts. I must’ve gone around the mile block at least 10 times yesterday. It keeps him quiet and happy.  I am trying to stay as fit as I can because I am turning 65 in June. This is one way to do it! 

We took him to the store yesterday and bought some flowers. We let him pick some out to plant. I am amazed that he knows some colors. He is going to a daycare so they must teach colors. I really didn’t think kids that age were capable of knowing that kind of thing. Maybe it’s those vitamins and careful eating the pregnant girls do these days! 

We decided to go into the deli and to buy some macaroni and cheese. He started to cry when he realized he couldn’t eat it right there and then. He does know he has to wait to eat, but I guess he was hungry. (And how often can’t some adults wait to eat, like me for example.) 

I distracted him by putting him on the 1cent pony at Meijer. A smiling lady placed some pennies by the pony when she saw him up there on the saddle. The  pony stopped and he thought it had something to do with his riding ability when in reality it had run out of money. All day he kept saying, “I stopped pony.”  

He was delerious with happiness when my husband took out the tractor to mow the lawn. He jumped up and down every time he came by to plow the front yard. This triggered memories of each of my kids doing the same thing. I can’t believe that my life has whizzed by so fast. It is like riding a bicycle. If you haven’t ridden one for a while, you can get right back on and remember how to work it. 

I tried to put him down for a nap, but it didn’t work. I really needed a rest after gallopping like a horse all morning.  I gave him some books and he was looking at them. Maybe he was actually reading them, who knows? It might have worked if my husband didn’t feel the need to go in there and pick him up. Men! 

About this time, his parents came to pick him up. I watched my own little girl, now a capable woman, do her mothering thing. I am so proud of her. She is a good mother and her  

 husband is just as good a father.

Who can ask for anything more? 

My grandson is now 22 months

We are dancing.

We are dancing

It seems like my grandson, Aidan, changes every week. It is truly amazing.

I have decided to take on the title, Bubbe.” since he was already saying Barbie” my childhood nickname. (I felt that I buried that name with my mother 7 years ago.)  “Bubbe” is the traditional Yiddish name for Grandma. I like hearing him say it.

He never wants to leave daycare which is a sign that he really likes it there. We took him outside and he put him in the car seat. He said “home” several times.  Home is an important concept to human beings, even at that age. (I can’t help but think about all the children who don’t have a permanent home.)

Aidan is now talking in 2 and 3 word sentences. It’s cute because now I know what he’s been getting at throughout his little life. He is still quite interested in making sure the lights work. He likes to go “downstairs” (where all the toys are kept) and “outside”. At school he “catch ball.”

Lately, he enjoys hiding and giggling when I find him. He also does this little game on the steps. He climbs up and sits on a step, subsequently he wants me to sit on a step too. I informed him this wasn’t a safe game, and  Bubbe  doesn’t want to play. This child has a love of music that is cute. He couldn’t help but have this love since his dad has been playing the guitar and singing to him forever.  He is pretty talented too.

He absolutely adores my husband, his papa. When he sees me he says, “Papa: because he knows papa is part of the package. Papa is quite a loving person, good caregiver, and a lot of fun.

His dad or mom pointed out the moon to him some time ago. He likes to look for it when we’re coming back from daycare. I borrowed a book about the moon from the library and he went crazy over it. It had a great big picture of the moon and a big cut out of it.  Even at 22 months he knew to be careful with it when I cautioned him about it.

He took his bath, splashed around, and said to me “a bath!”  We dried his hair with the hair dryer, put on  his pajamas and changed his diaper.

I read him some more books, and accidentally bumped his head with one of them.  He pitifully cried until I picked him up. Then he put his little head on my neck and cuddled with me. It was so sweet.

He cried when I put him to sleep. I realized he wanted the familiar routine with his mommy. I put him on my lap in the rocking chair, and read a familiar book to him.  He was ready for sleep. I put him in his crib and he snuggled under it. Before I left the room, he was fast asleep.




My grandson is growing up too fast

Time is going at warp speed. My little grandson is growing up way too quickly.  (It seems the older I get, the faster life is moving.)

When I got to his house, he couldn’t wait to show me a string of colored lights against the back wall. He must think I’m the lightIMG_0620person because lights are first thing he always shows me.

Our little one has quite the personality already. Tonight he amused himself by granting grandparents turns in feeding him his applesauce. (He is perfectly capable of doing it himself.) He called is by name and then gave us each the spoon. We both complied in this ridiculous activity. He showed his approval by smiling widely and showing us his toothy grin. I was shocked by all the teeth he has acquired in the last month.

He showed us several of his new toys. He has a little desk which he is quite proud of because he fits into it perfectly. He also was enthusiastic about a little farmhouse with a horse, sheep and cow. This particular toy held his attention for several minutes! He really liked it when his grandfather balanced each animal on his bald head. His grandfather is sometimes on a 12-year-old level!

He still wanted me to hold him, but not as much as previous visits. I know I will be a little sad when he doesn’t require so much cuddling any more.

So, this is the little one on January 2, 2015.