Monday, September 13, 2010

Another Fun Lunch With Boys I Love



I went and picked up the Owen today and took him to lunch with his Uncle Hank. We had a swell time. We went to a local Cuban restaurant where the girl insisted that we needed a free kid's meal for Owen which would have served at least five little boys of his age and appetite. It was a nice pressed grilled-cheese sandwich and a bunch of french fries. Owen ate a little bit of it and then we brought the rest home and fed the chickens the fries and half of the sandwich is in my refrigerator. He was a good boy at lunch and mostly sat in the high chair.
Mostly.
There was a tin rooster near where we were sitting and he liked looking at that a lot. He did some crowing to demonstrate how it's done.

I love seeing Owen and Uncle Hank together. There is a distinct love and fondness there. Babies love Uncle Hank. He loves them and they know it and it works out well.


Here they are, after lunch, looking serious.

And then, a second later, Uncle Hank seriously tickled the boy.


Ha! There's nothing in the world more fun than making him laugh. He's getting really good at waving these days. It used to be that he'd only wave if you weren't looking. Now he'll let you see him. He waved hello to the dogs and to the spider and he waved bye-bye to his grandfather after helping him shut the door to the car. He loves doors, that boy.

He's also learning to throw a ball. He loves balls. Boys do love their balls, don't they?

He loves the dogs and he loves the chickens and he loves his grandparents and his mama and his daddy and his aunts and his uncles. He's a loving little guy.
He's also pretty fond of sticking his hand in your iced tea and grabbing ice cubes and then trying to feed them to you. In fact, he's quite generous with his food. Nothing like eating a half-sogged-out french fry that he's been chewing on for a bit.
But you have to do it. He insists.

I'm so lucky to have my kids and grandson so nearby. And I know it.

Here's a lagniappe picture. I snapped it at a red light. It made me smile. Especially the heart.

8 comments:

  1. so cute! they look like...family :))

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  2. Lovely one. I'm so glad I have a son, even if he walked away from me upstairs today going 'nyah nyah nyah nyah' in a whingy bitchy voice as if imitating his mother - the nerve - three years old? Damn older sisters :(

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  3. I am sure that Owen is full of himself. He no doubt loves the adventure of eating out.

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  4. thank you ms. moon...as you recount the milestones of waving, rituals of shared meals and high chairs, unabashed crowing just to help out...
    you take me with the speed of mercury to my son's childhood days...suddenly i hear him...singing the "mama song" even before he could form words...i feel his impossibly tiny hand patting my back when i held him, infant that he was, to comfort him in the night. oh how you pierce my heart in utter and perfect delight just remembering.
    please, never stop.

    xoxoxoxoxox,
    rebecca

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  5. Maggie May- I wonder why.

    Corinne- Doesn't it?

    Jo- He will always love you best, no matter what.

    Syd- Yes. And Yes.

    rebecca- Oh. I remember so well when Hank patted my back the first time as I held him close to pat his and comfort him. It was as if the universe had turned and smiled on me.
    Owen does that for me- reminds me of those days when my babies were babies. And perhaps that is the glory of the grandchild.

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  6. See, one more reason I wouldn't make a good mama...I would NOT eat that soggy french fry! Just being honest.

    Sounds like a lovely day with your loved ones. Every kid needs to have at least one cool uncle. :)

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