Our first grandchild was born in Victoria in the very early hours a few days ago. He weighed a bit under eight pounds but was clearly looking to add to that as soon as he could. He was already communicating hungry. He was busy sleeping between meals but, during the brief interval between waking and chowing down, he showed a remarkable array of other talents and great intelligence. Amazing for a ten-hour-old. Clearly some kind of prodigy. We are convinced he is an athletic genius in the making – albeit from less than three minutes of observation when he was awake. But, you know what they say, ‘You only have one chance to make a first impression’ and he did. I admit that I was impressed.
And not just by his incredibly good looks. This kid is really handsome! Most babies look like raisins-morphing into Winston Churchill-look-alikes but this kid is suave, cool, debonair and beautiful. Plus his nose is perfect and his little face is already quite expressive. And he is not reticent to throw his little fists around either. He punches the air like a tiny Muhammed Ali. Ten hours old and I felt like we were sympatico. I have a new friend.
The blog title is Little Mystery Man because I am not posting pictures of him on the blog. The parents prefer NOT to make ‘Tyke’ famous just yet. I respect that decision. More and more social media is seeming like a tool for the mad and insane. See: Carrot-in-Chief.
But the adults in this picture are already etched deeply into the ‘cloud’ and so here we are……