He’s a marvelous little traveller. He slung close to Mommy during long and quick runs through the airports or slow-moving waits at the checkpoints. And when he wasn’t waving at all the grandmas around him on the plane, he snuzzled into a parental neck. I’m so thankful for “papoo.” He even started saying “papoo” by making the raspberry noise with his lips. So if you’re around my son and he starts making raspberry sounds, it means he wants to nurse. Stand clear.

He’s a friendly little guy too. He met all the uncles and cousins and aunts. And he got reacquainted with Grandma and Grandpa. For Christmas last year, Gramma made him a CD of 78 children’s songs that she sang to my Daddy. They are so very charming, and we listen to them all the time. So when she started singing to Isaac in the car, he was instantly mesmorized. Anything she said was mysterious and interesting.

He’s a quick study. He learned to drink from a straw. He learned patty-cake with Grampa. He said “light” and “horse.” When Daddy played a new Christmas CD that had him singing a solo, Isaac piped up with “Daddy” as soon as he heard his voice. My heart just melted.

He inspired some pretty nifty inventions. Gramma wrapped the glass coffee table like a present with a big quilt. It looked great and was perfectly cushy and safe for him. I was really impressed.

On the way home, Grant remembered that his parents said that our Isaac is very much like him as a child. I wondered why. He said, “You know, busy, busy, busy. Curious. Active. . . . Except Isaac is happier. Much happier than I was. And you know why? ‘Cause of this whole grace-based stuff. The attachment. I’m convinced of it.”

Can’t stop smiling about that.

cklewis on November 28th, 2004 | File Under Love, Remember | No Comments -