As most people who know me would doubtless agree, I am seldom lost for words.
So it is a joy and a delight to discover that
my youngest grandchild is equally loquacious, even at the tender age of nine weeks and a bit. I can tell that he and I are going to get along like the proverbial house on fire. As Mr B would say, there will be no danger of our jaws rusting.
The Middle of the Darling Daughters is having all the windows in her house replaced, a brave (some might say, reckless) move with a new born baby at home. Mr B and I were
the beneficiaries of her decision-making for today she decided to up sticks and decamp, with Baby Boy, to the seaside for the day. This would enable her to (i) escape the noise, draughts, need to provide endless cups of coffee for the workmen and (ii) keep
her parents, who have been craving what are known among family and friends as “Faris Cuddles”, happy.
I so wanted the day to be bright and sunny, a
proper “seaside day”. Yesterday I listened to every weather forecast, be it on radio or TV, growing ever more despondent at the repeated announcements of “Severe Weather Warnings.” I kept listening, just in case one or more of the weather
forecasters changed their minds and said something on the lines of: “You know those severe weather warnings we told you about – well, it was all a joke!” None of them did.
I used to love the days when you couldn’t rely on the weather forecast. The days when you simply got on with whatever you’d planned to do in the certain knowledge that the weather forecasts of the day were distinctly unreliable.
Now with all those satellites circling in space somewhere above our heads, the weather can be tracked hour by hour, minute by minute. It’s all so – predictable.
Which was why it was all the more wonderful to wake up this morning to blue skies and sunshine. Yes, indeed, there was a gusty wind blowing – a foretaste of the “severe weather” to come, perhaps – but nothing that would
stop us taking Baby Boy down for a brisk walk along the prom, prom, prom for the very first time.
As soon as Young Faris arrived, with his mum in tow, Mr B was
quick to pounce. I think he is starting to realise that once I gain possession I don’t give Baby Boy up too quickly. Faris rewarded us both with a smile to make the heart sing. We melted under the warmth of his charm.
Once I managed to prise him away from his doting grandfather, I thought of a new game; it was called “Catching Kisses”. As a game it comes highly recommended, needing nothing in the way of equipment.
Simply kiss your hand and blow gently in the direction of The Baby, cooing: “Here comes a kiss! Where is it going to land? Can you catch it? Oh, clever boy!” Baby Boy beamed happily and warbled back at me. We had quite a conversation about
those kisses, my Littlest Lad and I. As I say, he is quite the little chatter-box.
Down on the Littlehampton sea-front it was very, very windy. There was hardly
anyone else on the prom, prom, prom but the sea was so beautiful, with hundreds of white horses racing pell-mell into the shore. We took a couple of wind-swept pictures then decided to walk along the river bank to the Look & Sea Centre, where we could
watch the boats on the river from a position of warmth and comfort. There were a few intrepid swans on the swollen river but most of them were resting on the launching ramp outside the Look & Sea, their long necks bent back onto their feathery backs, the
better (I presume, not being a swan I can't be sure) to cope with the wind.
Baby Boy created quite a stir in the Look & Sea cafe where his Adoring Public were
out in force. It’s the curly hair which does it; that and the long, long eye-lashes. The Middle of the Darling Daughters and I were mere attendants as King Baby reigned supreme.
The visitors had to get home earlier than originally planned but never let it be said that we don’t know how to pack as much as possible into the time available. In a few short hours Young Faris read books
(Incy Wincy Spider, with lots of new verses for me to learn), ate lunch (aka milky-milky), played Catching Kisses, had several long conversations with his Nanni, took a trip along the windy prom, prom, prom, and held court in the Look & Sea Centre. That’s
an impressive programme for anyone, let alone one of such a tender age.
There’s no doubt about it, our Littlest Lad already knows how to have fun....