After the baby event back in September, things settled down into a different kind of waiting. We had to sit back patiently and wait for him to grow. Yes, he slept a lot, ate a lot and you know what else…a lot. And yes, just holding him was a joy, but Grandma G was waiting for things to happen.
At Thanksgiving he was almost three months old and by Christmas he was almost four…still very little. I told daughter and SIL to plan on my visiting around spring break as I was looking forward to seeing other things blossom besides the azaleas in the front yard. So my mother and I took a road trip for a little visit. By spring break he was six months old = 1/2 year old. And what a difference those two months have made since we were last together over the holidays!
Day 1: His eyes spoke with the force of “High fives!” when we arrived. He seemed to say, “It’s you, it’s really you, grandma,” as he fingered my face and grinned.
Day 2: He rolled over in the baby gym and quickly looked my way. “High five!” “You did it!” He grinned responding to his name and knowing we had noticed.
Same day: He knew who grandma was and even recognized her upside down.
That evening: Daddy pulled him up in a standing position. And then, he took a step.
Day 3: I suggested a hair cut, but daughter didn’t agree. I didn’t understand. It wasn’t like we wouldn’t recognize him or anything. GS2 just grinned.
Day 4: The morning we left, he really knew who great-grandma was and spoke with his eyes “Bye-bye. I’m glad you came. Come back soon.”
Oh, and when we returned those azaleas were in full bloom!