Some Musings - Jan 27, '00

Perhaps, and that's only just perhaps, this grandfather business might turn out not to be so bad after all. If you have been following the irregular posting of pictures and updates on Daryl and Julie's family web-page, you may understand and forgive my giddy mirth over the trials and tribulations of the rookie parents. 

Ahh, the pungent aroma of recently spit-up sour milk, one of two unmistakable baby odors which probably take about a decade to forget. Evidently, Daryl has not yet learned how to avoid the splatter zone - good shot Alex! 

Sharon and I normally are very proud of both of our children. Through some miraculous reversal of the principle of regression toward the norm, we believed both our offspring to have faired much better in the IQ department than either of us. But these continued references to the absent diaper bag - do they indicate a slight tendency towards being challenged? It's simple - the diaper bag goes where ever the baby goes - consider it another appendage.

I haven't failed to notice the discordant grousing over the disruption of the parent's life patterns. I probably shouldn't remark about those anguished good-bys to a life style forever lost - but I will. To the son who totally disrupted my daily routines so many years ago, I say, forget lingering over the lost harmony in your life - my grandson, Alex is in charge!

Sharon and the old guy.