Monday Again

Another Monday, where do the weeks go?  It seems like only yesterday when it was summer, the garden was ablaze with masses of bright blooms and our doors and windows were open wide.  Now here were are with Christmas only a few weeks away.

So, how did I spend my weekend?  Well after doing the usual household chores, most of Saturday was spent double-checking my nominations for the awards, sorting my mail and spam boxes and blocking spammers that have been targetting J-Land over the last few days. 

Yesterday the family visited so naturally we had a happy day and I was able to take some pictures of our two wonderful little grandsons.  I was behind the camera so no pictures of me but, as you see my countenance every time you visit my journal, that is no problem.

Firstly here is a picture of baby Daniel when he first arrived, all tucked up and snug beneath his personalized blanket:-

The next two are of him after he woke:-

He is going through that "spotty" stage at the moment. Nathan was just the same. I am not quite sure why that happens but it does not last long, at least it did not with Nathan.  He is now very alert, taking everything in and he is absolutely fascinated with a crochet blanket I made in bright zigzag stripes so he spent nearly all the time staring at that.

Here is the latest picture of Nathan:-

At the moment, there is little similarity between the two brothers although Daniel is not yet six weeks old, so that could change.  Nathan now delights in holding long conversations, especially with me.   Of course, it is unintelligible except to him, but he becomes very serious and earnest, pressing his face close to mine and chatting for several minutes, usually ending with a beaming smile.  He shared a cup of tea with me yesterday, I only gave him very little but afterwards he smacked his lips and gave a loud contented sigh as if to say "ah, lovely cup of tea."

My beloved has endless patience with him and it is so nice to see. When our daughter was a baby and a toddler he worked away for days at a time and missed out on so very much,  so it is wonderful  that he can have this now, with his Grandson.  He spent ages with  Nathan in the garden - they played ball, looked at the rabbits and the fish and then Nathan wanted to climb onto the garden bench but, of course, his little legs would not reach so Mike lifted him up.  I was watching it all through the lounge window.  There they sat in the afternoon sunlight, two males, generations apart, the little boy with his doting Grandad.  They were lost in their own private world.  I kept glancing out and saw Mike's arm go around Nathan as he leant in close and Nathan snuggled against him.  It brought joy to my heart and a lump to my throat.  I so wanted to take a picture but I knew the moment would be lost if I ventured outside and disturbed  that intimate interlude.  This was the sort of scene you could only take with the camera of your mind to store the resultant image in the file of your memory.

I did take this shot when they were back indoors:-

Lastly the two "men" took a stroll down the road together. 

A perfect end to a perfect afternoon.  Now Nathan has really found his feet, there is no stopping him, he loves to be outside, he loves to be active and on the go all of the time.  He looks so grown up now it is hard to believe he is only sixteen months old himself.

I do not need to tell you, dear readers, the joy that these two little people have brought into our lives and how very much we love them.

Wishing you all a wonderful week.