Stalker?

If you leave the room and he throws himself on the floor crying, is he a stalker?

If he stands outside every room you are in knocking on the door, is he a stalker?

No, he's just a toddler!

I Swear!

Easton said something that sounded a lot like grandma and grandpa last night. I swear he did! This happened as he ran past me to jump into grandpa's arms. Yes, the hurt continues. He made up for it later by zerberting my tummy. Is there anything more precious than toddler spit on your tummy? I'm thinking no.

The Words We Choose

Easton, my grandson, turned 1 a month ago. He's walking like Frankenstein, absolutely adorable!

He has a limited vocabulary at this point. Limited in the sense that there are only two words that we clearly understand. He says lots of other things, but none make much sense. The two words: Woof! referring to all dogs, no-no.

Could we get by with less words in our world? He gets along just fine with those choice morsels of communication. What could it hurt? What would be your words of choice if you could only choose a few?

How'd that happen?

I was talking with Miranda (our middle daughter, Easton's mom) on the phone when a little voice in the background grew louder and more insistent, about what it's hard to say. When you're only 1 you don't have a lot of words to choose from. Finally she handed Easton the phone. He said, "Hi!" like he'd been saying it all his life. It was so funny and startled his mother so much that she clapped. This scared poor baby Easton and he cried. That was the end of our conversation. But it was a good one!

Soooooo cute!

It was our privilege to host our grandson Easton overnight on his first birthday. He keeps us busy and laughing all the time. His greatgrandma Jean got him a walk behind toy that he likes very much. It goes a little fast sometimes and he ends up face planted on the floor, but he's getting the hang of it. He can steer it well enough to run over whichever dog is in his way, so that's always fun.

Today, Easton decided he was going to contribute to the work of the house by letting the dogs outside. He crawled to where the leashes are kept, handed them to grandpa Jeff, and then tried to help put them on the dogs. He then tried to help open the door and waited patiently while the dogs went outside. It was amazing! No doubt he watches everything we do, and he clearly knew what he was trying to accomplish. So precious.

Thought I'd be the One

When we learned that we were to be grandparents the fantasies began. Besides the baby's parents I thought I'd be the favorite person in the world. I'd do the cuddling at our house and hand out the cookies. But no, it was not to be. Grandpa Jeff is preferred by Easton over all others. Sad for me. But, how can I be jealous when I see the amazing bond between the two of them? They speak a language known only to them. It's like this secret club that only boys can join. At this point they're being very selective with admission of new members. I'm on the waiting list...

Maybe the next one, if there is a next one, will like me best. I can hope, can't I?