On March 13th this year my Grandson Jayden was born, and three days later he was home at our house where he’ll be staying while his Daddy is off in Alaska working. My daughter seems quite happy to be back home and after her four years in Singapore and the truth be told I’d missed her more than I realized.
I had mixed emotions to being around a baby as in my life I’ve earned my money on ship’s or was a single guy never in baby mode so I never saw very much of the little people. So there I was just a couple of months shy of turning 65 and a baby was going to invade my quiet life. I was nervous, to say the least. Was I going to like it? I had no idea. So I took the wait and see approach. Which is better than the hit the door running approach!
Little Dude (Jayden) arrived at my door wrapped up so only his tiny face was visible. I know that I’ll get flack for saying this but here it goes; “I really think that all new born babies look like Winston Churchill.”
So being cursed by being born male I was relegated to the back burner, as Mayang and her sister Clara went into full on YaYa status. I was informed that they would be the ones to be the ones to care for the Little Dude. I got to thinking that pretty much relieves me of diaper duty, and what could be wrong with that?
While sitting in my man cave pondering the big picture and inventorying cold SMB’s, it dawned on me that the goofy Philippine nickname would be arriving soon to stick with this mini-person for life. Now his name I had no trouble with, “Jayden Logan” but I remembered 10 years ago when my Granddaughter was born, and I was requested to pick out her name, which I dubbed her “Heather Colleen” and then they started calling her Ling-ling. I fought that tooth and nail, and by sheer will changed what they called her to Colleen. Now my daughter thanks me for my hard headedness.
So to save my new grandson a lifetime of being called Ding or Dong or worse yet something with Boy or Boyet in his name, I started calling him Jay or the Jay-man once in a while. But at his 7th Monthasary I noticed Jayden’s real name was on the cake, so if the goofy nickname has not appeared yet, I think I’ve won.
I have found that around 4 months babies start getting a personality (Albeit I’ve met adults that have skipped that phase of life.) This Little Dude is laughing and smiling all the time now, but the problem is I’m the dominant male figure in his life, the boy won’t accept any male but me. His Titos and male cousins can’t pick him up, his doctor he hates and I’m thinking about his Dad when he gets back from Alaska is going to have a problem. I encountered the same thing every time I returned from sea with my kids and it does take them time to adjust to you again.
I have really bonded with the little guy, more than even I expected, he is nothing but fun to be around and I like my house cluttered with all the accouterments required in the safe moving and storage of mini-people. Just a day or so I bought him a walker to aid him in scooting through the house and knocking down Christmas trees and such. That is now stored in my computer room, did I really need all that room? And yes I require a car seat to be used or I won’t put the car in gear it was the first thing I bought him.
So as I reflect back over the past seven months and being allowed the sharing of his domicile, I find it to be a good and wondrous experience. Something I would recommend to others within my age bracket, for it will make you feel younger. Remember this one small thing, no matter how big and bad or tough you think you are, when a baby hands you a toy phone; “You’ll answer it!”
I’m still not allowed on diaper duty. Curse my bad luck!