We had a busy weekend — the Twins had a cello recital and a soccer game, we celebrated my Mom’s birthday at our house, and my grandson had his first birthday.
I thought the above picture was pretty cool. Our little guy (on the right) is really into pointing, and apparently that’s all the rage with kids his age, because his guest at the birthday picnic likes to do the same. I don’t think they were intentionally mimicking the Sistine Chapel, but you never know. The little boy on the left is in almost exactly the same position as Adam…
Speaking of pointing… I decided to take my grandson to a toy store for his birthday. He loves anything with wheels. You know what? There are a lot of toys out there with wheels. He pointed at every one of them. I decided it was a little cruel to take him along on such an expedition, as most of them were for ages 3 and up. Fortunately, we found something age-appropriate…
Practicing his Clint Eastwood tough-guy squint.
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Good lookin’ boys. Congrats. My son is 19 months, and he also is very into trucks, cars…anything with wheels. Right now, his favorite toy is a little steering wheel that I can stick to things. It makes car noises and has a blinker on each side when you turn the wheel left or right.
How rough and tough is our little guy? This tough…
Yesterday, he went to the doctor for his one-year checkup, and was given no fewer than three shots in his legs.
Most babies would spend the rest of the day fussy and moaning about their sore legs. Not this guy. He took a fancy to the little round band-aids, though and peeled them off and tried to eat them. My wife caught him and dug them all out of his mouth.
Now that’s tough…
He is, of course, a cherub, with as sweet a nature as you’ll ever find in a child.
But we do enjoy anything that we imagine we can attribute to his boyishness, since he’s the first boy in the family after eight girls in a row, over two generations.
Not that his big sister and the other girls don’t give him a run for his money in that department. Today after the rain, my wife caught the twins, in beautiful dresses, making mudpies, and just sitting there luxuriating in the filth. She said they contrived to get just as dirty yesterday. They have a knack for it, she says…