The Mear Bear

and I got up early this morning. He slept 7 hours through the night so he ate a big bottle when he got up.

He is all smiles this morning - when I got him out of his bassinet, he looked up at me and then got the happiest smile on his face, as if to say "I know you!".

He's been sitting in his bouncy chair having a little chat with Winnie the Pooh. He tries to reach for Pooh but of course he's not yet coordinated enough to get his hands to do what he wants. It certainly isn't from lack of trying though! He gets his arms going and soon his legs are pumping up and down as if he could propel his entire body over to get Pooh. His patience and persistence amaze me.

Sometimes when I am holding him I have to remind myself that this is my son's son. Because it almost feels as if he were my own. I feel a caring, protective mother's love for him - and yet when I see my daughter in law holding him I feel a pride that she is such a natural mother to him. Its hard to explain. If you have grandchildren I suspect you'll understand what I mean.

Oh! Now he's blowing bubbles! Isn't it funny how we take such pride in babies doing the most ordinary of baby things? He's yawned a few times and is slowing down his gymnastics so I expect he will soon be having a morning nap.

My grandson is with me and life is good.

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