|FROM THE MOUTHY
November 06, 2007
Rainy night in the West Virginia
backwoods. It was a warm day, disappointingly so for this time of year. From
October 21st on, I expect to find a layer of frost laying quiet on the ground
in the first, cold, wintery light of morning (ideally, one does not arise
from bed until the first cold, wintery light of morning is already
well-established, but the University rarely accepts that as an excuse), gray
skies above, crunchy, yellowed grass below. Balding trees, happy dogs.
Apples or something.
But, no such luck. Heck of a weekend,
though! My sister Jennifer was in town with her toddler son, Ryan, to attend
my brother Jason and his wife Lorie's own baby shower. The kid's expected
in December, but as for what gender it's gonna be, nobody's sayin'. Me, when
it comes my time for parenthood, I'm just gonna ask up-front. I have a feeling
that the first baby's going to present plenty enough big surprises for me
post-birth even without that sudden pink-or-blue booties
Ryan has been an absolute joy
to spend time with -- excepting the frequent baby mood swings, when the joy
is, how to say, diminished. Darned expressive kid, though, monster-stompin'
and howlin' and tossing out the occasional word of decipherable English to
great aplomb. Much of the visit was spent in grandparent-coaching, where
my mother tried to get him to call her "Nanna," because it clearly filled
her with great satisfaction whenever the appelation was successfully enunciated,
and my father tried to get him to call HIM "Grandpa," because Ryan persists
in calling him "Gramma." One hopes that'll get straightened
At any rate, that's an adorable
kid. We Scotts have cute babies! Yes, we turn into horrible gorillas eventually,
but by that time, it's too late. You're stuck with us.
You're stuck with