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| Happiness |
One of the lessons we are relearning
with the First Blog Reader in residence is the drastic reduction in social
mobility a baby imposes. You can’t just pick up and go somewhere without
considering the ramifications of the shortest member of the group. I’m not
complaining because this past week has been more fun than is purely rational.
I, because I have to earn “more toys” money, am allowed to depart each morning for
work. My wife however is in complete thrall, and happily so. When I suggested
they come to my office so I could take them all out to lunch there was,
therefore, a quick and enthusiastic acceptance of same.
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| Behind the Wheel |
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| Grampa Showing her Around |
As with most kids her age my
granddaughter can readily identify a bus as they are ubiquitous in toddler
tunes and shows. Wingman has done a fabulous job building up her fledging vocabulary
and one of the words she loves to use is “bus”. This, of course, dovetails very
nicely with my current profession and I was interested to see what her reaction
would be when she got to see one up close. I was not disappointed. Her jaw
literally dropped when I stopped the car inside the bus storage area. She
pointed to the nearest bus and said “touch” and I thought she would explode
when I didn’t stop there and actually placed her in the driver’s seat.
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After some quick admonitions to not
actually start the bus up and rapid catching of hands headed towards the
ignition button she thoroughly enjoyed her time behind the wheel. She imperiously
decreed that she had to sample each of the buses I had available. I gave her
and my wife’s relatives a tour of the facility and my granddaughter was
enthralled each time she saw a bus to point out. I’ve said before that life is
about small victories and I count yesterday when I was able to impress my
nineteen month old granddaughter as one of those.
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It was kind of a melancholy night as I
thought we were losing her today as Wingman is currently on the road up from
New Jersey to retrieve her. My daughter corrected me this morning and said the
plan was always for Wingman to spend the night with us and head home tomorrow.
In my own defense this plan was formulated during the wedding reception last
Friday which sported an open bar. That just might explain my fogged recall of the
details.
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| Splashing Everyone within Range |
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