On Friday afternoon, I held Phoebe's hand and walked her up our garden where some immature apples had fallen too early from a tree. She picked one up and inspected it.
"Apple," I said slowly "App-le!"
"App-le" she said. "App-le..."
A magical moment.
Phoebe is eighteen months old now and she keeps bringing extra joy into our lives. She was on holiday in France recently and we missed her a lot. Conveniently, the holiday coincided with Simon's death and the days that surrounded it. For two weeks we were free from our regular child minding duties.
I copied the following four pictures from my daughter's Instagram page...
|In the second picture, she is stroking the concrete figure of a cat that sits on a paving stone atop the grave of our cat Blizzard. In the last picture, she is rocking like crazy on her little blue horse even though it appears to be still. Such joy. The apple of our eye.|
She is a sweetheart, and that is such a lovely age :)ReplyDelete
Nice to share her with you Jenny.Delete
The apple of your eye, indeed! What a beautiful, rosy-cheeked, happy looking little girl she is. And how wonderful that she's beginning to talk! :)ReplyDelete
She knows nothing of Ukraine or climate change or shootings in America or Brexit. In that sense I wish I was more like her.Delete
Oh it is such fun when they begin talking!ReplyDelete
It's gathering apace now and she seems quite excited about joining us in the world of language.Delete
That first proper word you hear is a wonderous experience. Then so quickly sentences come. It is a great age to watch and observe.ReplyDelete
Do you know, I have completely forgotten about my own children's acquisition of language.Delete
Phoebe is on a bucking bronc at a rodeo. Grampa, she needs a cowboy hat!ReplyDelete
Yahoo! Ride em cowgirl!Delete
She is definitely the apple of everyone's eyes, a real peach. As I've said before, she conveys such delight with the world in her expressions. Lovely little girl.ReplyDelete
For her the world is mostly beautiful - except when she falls over or her book pages are hard to turn.Delete
Talking now! You're in for a few months of fun while you try to decipher some of her sentences. She is beautiful.ReplyDelete
I might show her a picture of a river. "Ri-ver!" Ri-ver!"Delete
She so sweet and I can't believe how much she's grown!ReplyDelete
They are not babies for long are they?Delete
They grow so fast. She'll soon be backpacking round Thailand!ReplyDelete
Sadly, I won't be there to witness that but I will leave her some travel money in my will.Delete
What pure undiluted joy in that last picture! Little Phoebe is indeed the apple of your eye, and by sharing her pictures here with us, we can share a bit in the joy she brings you, too.ReplyDelete
With what is going on in the world, we all need a shot of joy now and then.Delete
Innocence and delight. It warms the heart.ReplyDelete
It really does. Thank you JayCee.Delete
Phoebe is gorgeous, and you both must be such proud grandparents.ReplyDelete
It is a privilege to be so regularly involved in her care and development.Delete
That face screams joy!ReplyDelete
She is light wrapped up in baby human form.ReplyDelete
Twinkle twinkle little star...Delete
A ray of sunshine and joy .ReplyDelete
Sorry Dave - that is not how I would describe you.Delete
Lovely! Such pleasure for you to share in the exploration of her world!ReplyDelete
Enhancing our days. Yesterday she pursed her lips and kissed me goodbye for the very first time.Delete
What a delightful little girl she's growing into. I just want to live long enough to be remembered by my grandchildren. It may be selfish but it's what I'd like. I'm sure you do too.ReplyDelete
I find myself returning more and more to my maternal grandparents home. I walk the whole house, taking in the scents, the sounds and the ambience. All within the constraints of my mind but real enough.
I feel sad that I won't see her as an adult but I just might see her through her primary school days - if I am lucky.Delete
Beautiful Phoebe. Such a privilege to watch her grow and blossom.ReplyDelete
My 2 days each week with Charlotte leave me tired but fascinated by her potential . Babies have so much energy and determination as they explore their world and strive to master new skills. Time and practice... why do we forget that?
I simply cannot remember that phase from my own children's lives. Why have I forgotten so much?Delete