As my wife, Linda, babysits our two grandsons while our daughter Holly works, I get to spend a lot of time with them. Judah is five and Joshua is three. These boys remind me of both my other grandsons Luca and Logan as well as my brother Jeff and I. I don't really know if I can be objective about it but I think my observations are accurate in regard to the parallels of these three groups of boys.

Of the six, Luca, Judah and I are the oldest. This leaves Jeff, Logan, and Joshua as the younger of the pairs. The oldest boys are, shall I say, more intellectual than the younger ones. That is, the elder boys are able to get the younger ones to do things and often talk them into taking the blame for whatever mischief has been undertaken. The younger boys are tougher and will fight at the drop of a hat. All three of the seconds often seem not to think before they act. They fiercely protect their older brothers when necessary or come to ask the older brother for help when they need it.

Back when Jeff and I were kids, he would sometimes get into scrapes with another boy or boys. When possible, he ran to get me for help. At this time, I ran with him and get into a fight with the two or three other kids that were picking on my little brother. One time, some boys at their school were picking on Luca and when Logan saw this happening, he rushed in to defend Luca. If I have to correct Judah for something he knows he shouldn't do, Joshua steps in and tells me, "Grandpa that is my brother! Don't make him cry!"

Judah and Joshua make me smile and laugh every day I see them. Both of them have a sense of humor beyond their years.  They like to wrestle, play their cars, chase each other around our house and play with our big dog, Napoleon who weighs about 100 pounds. They also pretend to be doctors and perform "surgery" on their favorite patient, me.

I love my grandkids and they love me. They all make me so happy. I'll write about the three girls soon. Thanks for reading!


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Ned Putt said…
Hope you had a wonderful Father's Day Stan.
June 19, 2017 at 8:48 PM
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