My baby’s grandparents.

I’m posting this picture of him to set the tone.  You see, this is more than just my baby.  He’s… I don’t know how else to say it, but he’s magical. He’s wonderful and one of the best things that could ever happen to anybody.  He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s interactive and sweet.  He barely, if ever, cries.  No shit.  I’ve heard him cry about once that I can remember.  It’s not that things don’t bother him, they do, but he yells at them or about them and then me or mummy sort them out.  Why cry?  There’s simply no need. He’s 6 months old now.  Well, nearly, and he’s got two little teeth in the front.  He’s eating solid foods every day now and its better at it every meal. But you see, his grandparents know nothing of this. There could be lots of reasons for that.  I’ll get there, don’t worry. His grandparents live 12 blocks away.  In the same suburb. They’re not invalids.  They’re not immobile.  They’re not being kept away from him.  They’ve got their own… Read moreMy baby’s grandparents.