Buffalo Gal

There is such thing as an ugly baby.
You only need to stand at a Wal-Mart check out for a half an hour to realize that those folks had to start somewhere.
Given more than three glasses of wine and sworn to secrecy, most women will admit to attending at least one baby shower where the best possible gift would have been an infant ski mask.
But not our Jonathon.
Charlie and I met our grandnephew in St. Louis this weekend and I can't believe Gerber doesn't have this kid under contract.
His blue eyes are perfect saucers and blond hair offers up an exquisite curly-que cowlick at his forehead.
He apparently has two expressions, smiling and sleeping.
Other than the fact that he apparently can't read yet, he is the perfect child. But given premature literacy, he might discover he's too young to be trying to talk or that he's supposed to try to crawl before he lunges to walk.
I like people who don't get bogged down in precedent and simply get things done. Jonathon is my kind of guy.
He has all the confidence and promise of knowing exactly who he is... an adored child of wonderful parents. I can't imagine a better gift for a child to possess.
But Charlie wanted to bring something beside the long distance shower gifts we sent. In Babys-R-Us, he walked directly to the St. Louis Cardinals display and was quite pleased with the variety of infant Redbird wear. The selected warm-ups would not have been complete without a hat. Once the package was wrapped, Charlie was ready to meet Jonathon.
My children, the products of an ex-husband and adoption, are grown. Seeing Jonathon bouncing on Charlie's knee was a quick trip back to a place we've never been.
The identical bright blue of their eyes gave no clue to the ugliness the last six decades have shown Charlie, only the excitement of tommorrow.
The next day, I went to a Cardinals game with Jonathon's grandfather and his two grand-uncles. The three brothers sat in a row, transfixed by the game as I watched them-- seeing for the first time all the similarities beyond their physical differences.
No doubt about it, the Griggs make very pretty babies.
And exceptionally fine men.
When we go back next year, Jonathon gets my Cardinals seat.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook		2004-05-05 10:42 AM Beautiful babies There is such thing as an ugly baby. You only need to stand at a Wal-Mart check out for a half an hour to realize that those folks had to start somewhere. Given more than three glasses of wine and sworn to secrecy, most women will admit to attending at least one baby shower where the best possible gift would have been an infant ski mask. But not our Jonathon. Charlie and I met our grandnephew in St. Louis this weekend and I can't believe Gerber doesn't have this kid under contract. His blue eyes are perfect saucers and blond hair offers up an exquisite curly-que cowlick at his forehead. He apparently has two expressions, smiling and sleeping. Other than the fact that he apparently can't read yet, he is the perfect child. But given premature literacy, he might discover he's too young to be trying to talk or that he's supposed to try to crawl before he lunges to walk. I like people who don't get bogged down in precedent and simply get things done. Jonathon is my kind of guy. He has all the confidence and promise of knowing exactly who he is... an adored child of wonderful parents. I can't imagine a better gift for a child to possess. But Charlie wanted to bring something beside the long distance shower gifts we sent. In Babys-R-Us, he walked directly to the St. Louis Cardinals display and was quite pleased with the variety of infant Redbird wear. The selected warm-ups would not have been complete without a hat. Once the package was wrapped, Charlie was ready to meet Jonathon. My children, the products of an ex-husband and adoption, are grown. Seeing Jonathon bouncing on Charlie's knee was a quick trip back to a place we've never been. The identical bright blue of their eyes gave no clue to the ugliness the last six decades have shown Charlie, only the excitement of tommorrow. The next day, I went to a Cardinals game with Jonathon's grandfather and his two grand-uncles. The three brothers sat in a row, transfixed by the game as I watched them-- seeing for the first time all the similarities beyond their physical differences. No doubt about it, the Griggs make very pretty babies. And exceptionally fine men. When we go back next year, Jonathon gets my Cardinals seat. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top