Time does fly and our beautiful grandson Brody celebrated his first birthday last week. I have been lucky to spend so much time with him during this year and two weeks ago he came to visit, bringing his mom and lots of baby paraphernalia with him. What a joy to have him here! We're all crazy in love with him.
He's got three little teeth now, pulls up on things, stands alone briefly, is clearly thinking about stepping out on his own but for now seems content to crawl like he's in the Army - rapidly and with purpose. He also has a great personality, smiles a lot and laughs with abandon when he finds something funny which is often.
His Grampy taught him to crawl up the stairs and as soon as he learned this trick he spent a lot of time going up and being carried down. They both genuinely seemed to enjoy this activity and neither his mom nor I objected because it kept them busy for rather large chunks of time.
The next day Grampy had to go to work and Brody started to crawl toward the staircase, stopped and looked to be sure that I was following him then went up one stair to the landing, turned and looked at me again and waited. I had not started up behind him yet so he was sitting level to my face. Just for a second, the most impish, mischievous expression crossed his face then he smiled his angelic smile and leaned over to me.
I swear in that moment while waiting for a kiss from my first grandchild, I thought he was absolutely perfect in every way. Then, he leaned in further and.....
.....bit my cheek.
That cheek chomping hurt but I couldn't stop myself from laughing even though my daughter scolded me that it was an inappropriate response. Men! You can never truly know what they are thinking and that goes for cute little one-year-old men-in-training, too.
Happy Birthday, Brody!
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