Tuesday, November 4, 2014
A few weeks ago I spent several precious days with my grandson, who is 6-months old today. It's true what they say: grandparenting is special indeed. I confess that I used to silently roll my eyes when friends would enthuse about their grandchildren and think to myself something like Oh, get a life! I try to remember those feelings as I pull out my iphone with its hundreds of photos of Zev to show to anyone who asks.
My first assignment on the recent trip was to take care of baby while Emily had her haircut. The 3 of us took the Metro downtown and Zev and I went to the American Art Museum while Emily was at the hairdresser. And boy was he fussy!. He did not want to be in the stroller and his piercing cries in the atrium drew many dark looks. He did, however, enjoy being in my arms and looking around at the art. All in all, though, not an auspicious beginning for my grandson-sitting days.
Fussy or not, those few days were happily spent together-bath time, silly playtime, bedtime routine, an occasional bottle-just getting to know each other better. And, of course, the first piano lesson.
Your Nana loves you, Baby Zev.