I childproofed the house, but the kids still get in.
My GREAT-grandson is the world’s GREATest great-grandson, in my own humble opinion. The wife and daughter both assure me that he is well within the normal bell-curve of infant development. It may be that, because of COVID visitation restrictions, I get to see him so seldom, and normal incremental changes seem to me to be great leaps of progress.
Intelligence, curiosity, and force of character just seem to exude from him. We six living ancestors plan to stimulate his mind. Intelligence is greatly affected by the number of mental occurrences. His mother is already reading to him, and he responds to the attention.
We will have to soon childproof the house, both for his safety, and the wellbeing of our few more-expensive/delicate belongings – but I actually look forward to the rapidly-approaching time when he will be
Investigating, experimenting, learning about his world – growing smarter, stronger, and wiser. For the third of his THREE R’s, his name is
One that he shares with the strong, tall, Rowan, or Mountain Ash tree, revered and respected by my Celtic Scottish forebears. The name Rowan means “little red one.” This is not evident yet. Where the son was born with a reservation with a barber, this is one area where he does not excel. He is just now growing some peach fuzz on his head. In a family where about every third child is born a redhead, there seems no indication that he will be one.
It was all I could do to stay intellectually ahead of my son, and grandson. I am hoping that this wee lad challenges me enough to keep a few mental cylinders firing. Already there’s been a big increase in sentimental.
Some damned fool just informed me that I used the word rambunctious a year ago, in my post for R, and forgot to remove it from the ‘available’ file. Pay no attention to that man behind the blog-screen.
Get down, you mangy mutt! Quit pissin’ on my leg. 😯 😳