Miss Grace Getze, that is, a bouncing 16-month-old bundle of cheer. Our granddaughter is spending the night while her parents take a little break at the coast.
Linda famously asserts that she ‘doesn’t do babies,’ but we witnessed many tender scenes today that has one believing otherwise. Grace is, in any case, walking at least as well as I, and can move quite a bit faster in short bursts.
She’s figured out the house, including a way to orbit the kitchen through its twin portals, which seems to amuse her. Grace is also more verbal than when last we saw her, and is starting to string concepts together.
We also note that she may have inherited Linda’s type A gene… while loading her Baby Einstein DVD before bedtime, she quite pointedly repeated ‘Where?’ while pointing to the blank screen as we fumbled to get the DVD to play. I know we’re the doting grandparents, but she’s awfully cute…
Before Grace arrived, I walked 3 miles in 54 minutes, a new personal best. We keep at this despite the fact we’re now eating a toddler’s dust…
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