It's National Grandparents' Day, so of course I ran straight to the photo albums. These brought back a lot of memories.
My Mom and Dad came to visit us within a couple of weeks of The Boy's arrival. We'll never kow why, but The Boy connected with my Mom right off the bat. She was the first person to get him to belly laugh, and he has been tight with her ever since.
When I pulled these out I had to laugh. I had forgotten that The Boy was absolutely determined to get Grandma's glasses every chance he got. He'd grab them right off her face, to the point that she had to take them off when she held him because he was doing damage - to the glasses and to her face.
It's a sad coincidence that today is also my father's birthday. He passed away in 1997 from Alzheimer's. These pictures are among the last in which he looked like himself. Slowly, then more and more quickly after, he lost his ability to speak, to do even the simplest things, and to recognize us. By the time The Girl arrived, he wasn't himself already, I can see it in his eyes in the photos of her arrival. I know that some of you have also lost parents to Alzheimer's or are caring for a parent with this disease, and my heart goes out to you.