I am home in the jungles of Costa Rica and I returned with a cold. I think two 15-hour flights inside of a week is not healthy for a person’s health. My soul, if I have one, is probably still flapping its wings somewhere over the Pacific, trying to catch up with my body.
But it is a small price to pay for a wonderful trip and the chance to get to see my daughter and her new son, Morgan. Now I have to figure out a way to get to Japan to see the other grandchild, Hannah, who must be almost grown up by now. Hopefully I will get there before the summer ends.
Both my kids are immersed in Infant Potty Training with their babies, something I would have been very skeptical about had I not seen the results for myself. It requires a great deal of personal attention but it does work. There are Web sites on the subject complete with parent forums, supplies, and the like
Essentially it requires the mother (or father) to be aware of cuing signs from the baby, be alert enough to get their diapers off, and place the baby over a pot. The pot my daughter uses for Morgan resembles a stove top hat, only it’s red. Her baby happily nurses in the nude and takes his poos and pees when he is finished. One thing for sure, Morgan hates wet or soiled diapers and will make no bones about it. He wants OUT of those immediately
It’s nice to see my children as parents. It provides another layer to the casserole of life and gives the relationships another depth.
Here is a picture of me with my newest grandchild. He loves this position; it probably builds strong brain cells.
I am also glad to be home. Now for some chicken soup with lemon and red pepper.
More blogging later… when my head clears.
Ms Zobel, The Bub or Q-Tip or Cuticle, as my daughter calls him, is pretty damned cute.
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