You can hold me, You can’t hold me

Today, Grandpa was in for a shock. Came home from work early and tried to hang out with Luca. And the little guy flat out refused – getting all stiff and red-faced – think soupaloignon y crouton – in Grandpa’s arms and then calming down as soon he was handed over to Grandma.

Needless to say, Gramps was a bit peeved and then spent the next couple hours slowly working his way back into Luca’s good books. I came home to find them both sitting on the couch, watching some TV, with Luca still looking somewhat unsure as to whether he wanted to be friends. Amazing how things change. This is supposed to be the time in his development when he understands that all people are not the same. For his sake, I hope he doesn’t flip out when Mommy picks him up this weekend upon her return. Sophie would pop some serious fuse if, after 4 months of being around him 24×7, she left town for the one week when he decided to learn to distinguish between people and forgot who she was.

Back home, he was cheerier than normal. He gulped down his bottle, while trying to talk to me as I read to him from Le Point’s "2008 Guide to HD Movie projectors". Then there was more high-pitched squealing – which has been a theme all week. Doesn’t matter what you do, you get an enthusiastic squeal in return. I played with him for a while until the squealing got so loud I began to worry about the neighbors. Then he fell asleep almost as soon as I put him in his crib.

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