Hi, Grandma! |
What in the world is so cute as a baby? Especially the way they look in your eyes when they are tiny and you'd swear they see into your soul, and then they keep changing, and every time you see them they look more like themselves, and pretty soon they give you that smile of recognition that if it doesn't melt your heart then you're made of granite.
When Grandmary and Taid (pronouced Tide and aka Keith) and I went down to babysit our grandson while Rebekah and Ben went to the Rockies game (lost to the Padres 6-4), it was astonishing how fascinated we were with watching Ry struggle to feed himself. You know, macaroni in the hair, peas not quite making it into the mouth. Grandmary tore the bread into baby bite size pieces, which weren't so slippery.
Rylan on the Water with Mommy |
That juxtaposition doesn't seem strange to me, having sat for an hour mesmerized by jellyfish in an aquarium--having sat through a Rockies game for that matter. Olympic swimmers cannot produce the delight of a grandbaby kicking and splashing in his little boat.
Rylan had his first birthday party over Labor Day weekend, and R & B's house was filled with young parents, little children and most of all babies, a veritable garden, a cabbage patch of babies. The birthday cake and mountain of presents interested Rylan not a whit. (What IS a whit?) In fact, he excused himself to go down for a nap.
The presents did get unwrapped at some point. I know because Rylan sent me this note:
Mr. C Shell |