Is it true what they say?
That little girls are sugar and spice and everything nice?
And little boys are frogs and snails and puppy dogs tails?
...Could be.
When I look at our granddaughter and our grandson,
I certainly see a difference.
When Jake, our 3 year old grandson, arrived last night for a sleepover... I couldn't help it. My first thoughts:
Jake's stuffed puppy is rough and rugged and his blankie the same. Just like him.
and just the opposite of Rissi's soft and
sweet pink blankie and bear.
Jake doesn't stay with us that often.
And when he does, I'm reminded of why...
He's quick and busy and unpredictable.
Once in my office when he was visiting at Miracle Ear, he quickly grabbed a large piece of hard candy and when his mommy tried to retrieve it, he swallowed... and the candy became lodged in his throat. After paging every Sears employee who knew CPR and then calling 911, we pleaded with a then bluish Jake... "Please, Jake... breath!" The rescue squad soon arrived and took him to the hospital to check him out. My hands shook as I cleaned the puke from the office floor, thankful that our boy was going to be okay.
Another time when we were at the fair, his mommy and daddy went to get something to eat and put me in charge of the Jake-ster who was sitting in his stroller. Suddenly he pulled himself out and started running into the thick crowd and I ran after him... and yes, when this terror-filled old Grammy finally scooped him up she paddled his butt and put him back in his stroller. "Now you stay there!" I screamed at him. He'd never seen Grammy that angry with him before. He folded his arms, and wouldn't speak... but he was safe, and I didn't care that he was angry with me.
It seems he always acts before he thinks.
And while I'm drawing pictures of flowers
and beautiful sunshiny days... trying to convince him he should join me...
He's trying to turn cars upside down...
But Jake has a soft side.
He has the sweetest personality
and this morning when he woke up
(at 6:30 am... eeek!)
He climbed up into my chair with me and said,
"I like to snuggle with you Grammy..."
How can you not melt?
Even though the coffee's not kicked in yet...
and you're still half asleep?
And he sure was happy to bring me
this flower he picked from outside. (below)
I love him with all my heart.
And he's ALL BOY!
Dear Diary,
The boy chases me, throws all of my toys on the floor, and won't share his pancakes. He also calls me Teddy. That's not my name. Gracie.
