At nearly fifteen months old, my little grandson, the Mouse, has had a difficult time learning to walk and talk. Maybe it’s just that #3 has everyone to carry him around and talk for him.
I visit my daughter, the GAP, a couple of times a week. The Mouse and I have a new game. He stands up, falls down on purpose and I clap and laugh. He’s trained me pretty well, but like only a grandmother knows you worry. In silence.
Last night on my visit, the Bug and the Worm ran to greet me with hugs. I heard this loud screech from the other room. My heart almost burst. The little Mouse had recognized my voice and made sure I did not leave without paying attention to him.
The GAP stood him on the ground, and he ran, yes, leaning forward, into my arms. Then he buried his head on my shoulder and wrapped short arms around my neck.
It doesn’t take long after that initial upright venture. Today the grandkids and I played video Candyland. Colorful patches normally on a game board, instead are strewn on the floor. The Bug, the Worm, and I scampered around the room to a Candyland version of musical chairs on these gumdrop and lollipop placemats of sort. When the Mouse saw us, he joined in, wobbling, but vertical.
Life will never be horizontal again.
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Way to go mouse?
Dang! Didn’t mean the question mark.
Grandma had a wonderful evening, didn’t she!!!