The
BRS and BR3 continue to develop at a remarkable pace. We’re confined to just
FaceTime calls for the most part but both of them seemed to have embraced that
medium when they recognize our voices. The BRS has developed a very effective
technique for controlling her dad. I warned my son upon her birth that it
wouldn’t be too long before his daughter had him wrapped around her finger (I
have some experience in this area). It’s something they’re born with. I’m convinced.
This week’s episode involved a BRS request for a back yard fire. Yes, my
pyromaniacal gene seems to have rooted in the BRS. She came home every day from
school asking her dad for a fire until he exasperatingly told her she would
have to wait for the weekend. So that’s what she did and when she came home
from school yesterday she walked up to my son and told him that he promised her
a fire on Saturday night. At that point he admitted defeat. I think the desire
for the fire was enhanced by something she inherited from the ABFA – a love of
chocolate, because when she excitedly told me about her impending blaze she seemed
more excited about the attendant S’mores.
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The Family Omnivore |
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BRS Spellcasting Dad |
I’ve
written before about the voracious appetite of my youngest granddaughter. She
imposes a food tax upon anyone brave enough to eat food in her presence. Last night,
during the family FaceTime, she was at the back of the yard with the ABFA on
the playground when my son opened to back door to announce the arrival of the
pizza. BR3 took off at a dead run for the house where even the ABFA, best
family athlete, was challenged to keep up with her.
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BRS Composing one of her Masterpieces |
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Rare Non-Eating Moment for BR3 |
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BRS Holds her Own as Well |
BR3
is not willing to wait for organized meals. Earlier this week she imposed her
food tax on Riggins. She grabbed a piece of his dry dog food and thrust it into
her mouth before taking off at a dead run to avoid her horrified mother who was
in hot pursuit to remove the food before it could be ingested. BR3 thought it
was a great game. She’s extended her appetite at school as well. My son received
reports this week that BR3 had tried to eat both acorns and tree bark. I guess
she was jealous with all the eating she saw the squirrels doing. At any rate, humans
are omnivores and BR3 seems to be radically human.
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BRS at School |
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BR3 Also has an Artistic Side |
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And Finally Hair Long Enough for Pony Tails |
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Speaking into her Phone, Probably Ordering Pizza |
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RECURRING CHARACTERS
BR3 – granddaughter #3, BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first
granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best
Family Athlete = my daughter in law; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since
high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great
Aunt - my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue
about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten
whom I reunited with after many years; Pittsburgh
College Roommate– high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in
Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard
deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two
close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd musquetera
(musketeer); Riggins - also known as
the Grandpuppy, son's dog; PanaGals
– female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife
accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia
member, Favorite Panamanian - the
wife (of course); First Friday –
celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her
single days in Brooklyn
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