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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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Teeth Revisited
A few weeks ago, I was horrified to realize that I am not supposed to swallow toothpaste. Well, teeth are on my mind again today.
I am among the select few who really enjoy going to the dentist. I love the feeling of having clean teeth, like stars are twinkling from my mouth. (I remember when dental floss first became available my best friend's family bought it but we did not. I hung around her house a lot and sometimes I would sneak into her mom's bathroom and use the floss!) Occasionally I think about getting my teeth whitened, but some people who do that seem to have blue teeth and I don't want to be that old lady with blue hair AND blue teeth.
Some kids I've known have been truly resistant to brushing their pearly whites. One, in particular, springs to mind. (She will remain nameless but she knows who she is.) She hated brushing her teeth so much that she'd actually try to fake her mother out by squeezing a little toothpaste into her mouth so that if Mom smelled her breath, it would have that minty fresh odor. She would always flunk the visual portion of the inspection though and get sent back to the bathroom for a second go-round. Incredibly, occasionally she would still try to avoid the odious task and the entire scenario would unfold exactly like the first. It was amusing to watch this battle of wills and the more often we witnessed it, the funner it got. The time and effort it took to pretend to brush was well beyond what actually doing it would demand. You have to admire that kind of dogged determination. (My own dear daughter was a member of the furry-tooth club well into her pre-teen years but I am happy to report that at this writing her oral hygiene is impeccible.)
This summer our community has had several boil-water advisories. I've received multiple automated phone calls saying to "boil water five minutes before using it for drinking or cooking" until further notice. A day or so later, I will receive an all clear phone call. This morning I went to the website to pay my bill and found an "all clear" message on the home page. The problem was, I had not received a "boil water" call so I didn't know the water was not potable.
So now you see why I'm thinking about teeth. Not only do I have to worry about swallowing the toothpaste, now I have to worry about swallowing the rinse water. Maybe I owe an apology to those kids who stubbornly refused to brush their teeth.
I am among the select few who really enjoy going to the dentist. I love the feeling of having clean teeth, like stars are twinkling from my mouth. (I remember when dental floss first became available my best friend's family bought it but we did not. I hung around her house a lot and sometimes I would sneak into her mom's bathroom and use the floss!) Occasionally I think about getting my teeth whitened, but some people who do that seem to have blue teeth and I don't want to be that old lady with blue hair AND blue teeth.
Some kids I've known have been truly resistant to brushing their pearly whites. One, in particular, springs to mind. (She will remain nameless but she knows who she is.) She hated brushing her teeth so much that she'd actually try to fake her mother out by squeezing a little toothpaste into her mouth so that if Mom smelled her breath, it would have that minty fresh odor. She would always flunk the visual portion of the inspection though and get sent back to the bathroom for a second go-round. Incredibly, occasionally she would still try to avoid the odious task and the entire scenario would unfold exactly like the first. It was amusing to watch this battle of wills and the more often we witnessed it, the funner it got. The time and effort it took to pretend to brush was well beyond what actually doing it would demand. You have to admire that kind of dogged determination. (My own dear daughter was a member of the furry-tooth club well into her pre-teen years but I am happy to report that at this writing her oral hygiene is impeccible.)
This summer our community has had several boil-water advisories. I've received multiple automated phone calls saying to "boil water five minutes before using it for drinking or cooking" until further notice. A day or so later, I will receive an all clear phone call. This morning I went to the website to pay my bill and found an "all clear" message on the home page. The problem was, I had not received a "boil water" call so I didn't know the water was not potable.
So now you see why I'm thinking about teeth. Not only do I have to worry about swallowing the toothpaste, now I have to worry about swallowing the rinse water. Maybe I owe an apology to those kids who stubbornly refused to brush their teeth.
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