It's a long time between kids and grandkids, so one forgets a lot about babies and toddlers — almost everything as a matter of fact. In a way that's good because it tends to bring back the sense of wonder that accompanies a firstborn. How delightful in the past week to catch the occasional word escaping from The Bonnie Wee One's lips. In each case except the third, it has been a one-shot deal, but each incident delighted this old codger to no end.
First she appeared to say "Grampa" as she stumbled toward me. Then it was "birdie" as we gazed upon robins worm-hunting in the backyard through her bedroom window. Finally, it was "truck" as Grandma made a big deal (again) over the garbage truck's weekly passing. In fact, she seemed to try that one a few times with varying degrees of success — the kid I mean not Grandma.
This is too much fun. And the bonus is that we get to go home at night to recuperate.