Sunday, January 12, 2014
Feeling a bit down tonight so to divert myself, I'm posting pictures of Grandson and Granddaughter, both at 10 months, to see if they look like each other. Before doing this, I would have said that they didn't. Now I think they do, a bit. (I'm sure this seems ridiculous to those not particularly interested in babies, to whom all babies look the same.) The boy's ears stick out more (though this doesn't show at all now he has hair), his eyebrows are more marked and his eyes look bigger here. Also Granddaughter's eyes are a lovely bright blue, while his were darker blue when he was tiny and more tending towards hazel by the time he got a bit bigger. She's also darker haired and indeed her hair is thicker at this age than his was.
The more I look at them, the less alike they seem.
Her eyes remind me of my dad's. He and his sister, my latterly confused aunt, both had beautifully bright blue eyes.
I do wish my parents could have seen the children. Well, my mother did see Grandson; he was nearly thirteen months old when she died. She absolutely doted on him. As do we all.
Doting is a good thing for grandparents to do, I think. My maternal grandmother thought that my brother and I were perfect, and even though we knew we weren't, it's soothing to have that unconditional approval. My maternal grandfather was less easily impressed. I never knew my father's father, and my father's mother moved down south when I was five (I think) so I never knew her well. Then she developed dementia not long afterwards. She had lovely blue eyes too.
Ah well. Piano practice beckons.