Hello, Mimi!
My hiatus on Blogspot is now a bit longer than 15 years, which was never intended, nor envisioned.
At the encouragement of my friend Joe, I've decided to start writing again. It may still be a bit sporadic, but the new impetus is to leave behind stories from my life for my precious granddaughter, Mimi. She is now 21 months old, so it will be a long time until she is ready to read any of my little missives. My hope is that these posts will deepen her knowledge of her Papa.
Ben and Mimi called me on Facetime yesterday, in what's becoming a once- or twice-weekly ritual. The technology is amazing in its ability to almost transport one into the presence of another person. Mimi will hug Ben's phone. She'll demand to see "Grah-Grah," aka Grandma. When she's seen Kathie for a bit, she'll demand to see "Papa." When Ben was a child, of course, we had landline phones with no images, so our parents had no chance to see him or hear his voice unless we visited.
Mimi's vocabulary is increasing rapidly. Just a couple of months ago, our Facetime calls were constrained to simple questions and answers, such as "What color is Grah-Grah's shirt?" "Red" would come the reply, albeit pronounced a bit more like "waya." Now one of her clear sentences is "Mimi seepy," meaning she's tired and ready for sleep. Kathie and I are learning to translate Mimi-speak fairly well, sometimes with help from Ben.
During yesterday's call, Mimi was a chatterbox. Ben had finished bathing her and preparing for bedtime. She had a bottle of milk, but rejected it in favor of water--making her choice known rather than placidly accepting what her parent offered. Despite the hour, she was still full of energy, talking about a book she was reading with Ben, a bilingual English/Spanish thriller called something like "Donde esta la gallina?" or "Where is the chicken?" Reading, talking and running around the apartment, Mimi was showing off her own personality. It still amazes me to watch her develop.
That's about all for now. More to come soon. I promise!
At the encouragement of my friend Joe, I've decided to start writing again. It may still be a bit sporadic, but the new impetus is to leave behind stories from my life for my precious granddaughter, Mimi. She is now 21 months old, so it will be a long time until she is ready to read any of my little missives. My hope is that these posts will deepen her knowledge of her Papa.
Ben and Mimi called me on Facetime yesterday, in what's becoming a once- or twice-weekly ritual. The technology is amazing in its ability to almost transport one into the presence of another person. Mimi will hug Ben's phone. She'll demand to see "Grah-Grah," aka Grandma. When she's seen Kathie for a bit, she'll demand to see "Papa." When Ben was a child, of course, we had landline phones with no images, so our parents had no chance to see him or hear his voice unless we visited.
Mimi's vocabulary is increasing rapidly. Just a couple of months ago, our Facetime calls were constrained to simple questions and answers, such as "What color is Grah-Grah's shirt?" "Red" would come the reply, albeit pronounced a bit more like "waya." Now one of her clear sentences is "Mimi seepy," meaning she's tired and ready for sleep. Kathie and I are learning to translate Mimi-speak fairly well, sometimes with help from Ben.
During yesterday's call, Mimi was a chatterbox. Ben had finished bathing her and preparing for bedtime. She had a bottle of milk, but rejected it in favor of water--making her choice known rather than placidly accepting what her parent offered. Despite the hour, she was still full of energy, talking about a book she was reading with Ben, a bilingual English/Spanish thriller called something like "Donde esta la gallina?" or "Where is the chicken?" Reading, talking and running around the apartment, Mimi was showing off her own personality. It still amazes me to watch her develop.
That's about all for now. More to come soon. I promise!
posted by Joe Wollet at 3:58 PM
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