On the way back home I am getting some time with my Dear Daughter, the Corn Tiger and his Dad here on the East coast. Just can't seem to get enough of that these days.
I think you can see why, non? Even though I talk to them at least once a week on the video phone and the Dad is good about posting a picture or video every week on Flickr, there is nothing that can replace the holding, running after, tickling, singing to, laughing with... the Grand Boy. To say nothing of walking, talking and catching up over tea with his Mom.
You know how it is, they grow so fast at this age, it's hard to keep up. Though, in some ways, viewing the process from the G'ma position does help one to see the details in a way there wasn't time for when you were the one making the meals, washing endless loads of laundry, feeding, rocking, bathing, reading the baby. From the G'ma point of view, we get the chance to the baby grow in a sort of time lapse cinematography, like those Disney nature shows we watched when we were kids. We get to see each petal of the child flower unfold, see the flower turn to the sun of its mother and father.
And blooming he is, the little Corn Tiger. He's walking, running, stepping, climbing, talking and showing a decided sense of humor. All at only 13 months old. Of course his G'ma thinks he's the most advanced boy of his age =o).