Although these new parents had sent me a few video clips and pictures, of a rambunctious 23 month old they had parented for a week, I wasn't sure what he would be like.
|This is my daughter's rabbit "Stew".|
Baby boy #1 was more active than a kernel in a sizzling pan . I nicknamed him sponge because he guzzled water like an elephant. He was loud, daring, and independent. Think grizzly bear.
Baby boy #2 liked to say yes when he really meant no. Singing, daydreaming, and making art with just about anything was one way to describe him. A free spirit, I think.
Baby boy #3 was thoughtful, soft spoken, and gentle. A girl magnet, even as a toddler. I called him "little man".
Now they're adults, and here was my first Thanksgiving with my first grand baby.
My grand baby is a little boy. He's cautious with strangers, but after he gets to know them, he's ready to give the biggest bear cub hug and smoochie kiss East of Texas.
|My first grand baby.|
He loves to growl "no" at the strangest times. He's a runner, jumper, and shouter. His smiles give so much they are incredible to describe. Oh, he's as active as a cup of kernels in a sizzling pot. His eating? Well, he eats and drinks more than three hungry toddlers at a late lunch. He's love warmed by sunshine.
I'm back home now, and I miss him. Grandpa does, too. My grand baby is 1,040 miles away. He gives his new mommie and pappi blissful happiness, wet sloppy diapers, and much to think about.
I can't wait to see him again; being a patient "Grammie" is tough.