Yesterday my other "grandchild" showed up. He is not a frisky 20 month old little boy, but rather an Australian Cattle Dog named "Sydney" by his "mother," Martha.
John doesn't quite know what to think about Sydney. He will say "dog" and start to get near, and then thinks the better of it and pulls away.
Nevertheless, it was good to see almost "all my children" (only missing Chris) in my home at once. "Kinda does a fellow's heart good" is the hackneyed phrase often used.
One other significant event happened yesterday. I heard, and I think his parents also heard, John speak his first complete sentance. He was opening one of his presents from his Auntie Martha and Uncle Chris. It was a children's volume they had purchased for him in New Mexico on their recent trip there. Upon opening it, John said very clearly "It's a book."
Then he read through the book several times right there on the sofa.
Well, one more day of this type of posting, and then, who knows?
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