Baby Blase

This is Harrison’s Great Grandpa.
G-Paw or just straight-up Paw to Marc. Which makes him Great G-Paw now.

For somebody who never really knew either of her Grandpas - the fact that Harrison gets to meet his Great Grandpa is really awesome.

There really is no doubt that Harrison is a Blase man.

We met up with the grandparents and Great Grandpa on their way to Oregon. He met the kid over club sandwiches at a greasy spoon in Woodland. We shut the place down - they close at 1 - we wouldn’t have had that problem at Denny’s, but, then we would have had to eat at Denny’s. Great G-Paw told stories about his baseball prowess - and I shared a little about my former glory, or not so much, as a softball pitcher. Their enthusiasm once again, reiterating to Marc and me how much the older generations of this family are expecting an athlete out of our boy. I’m all for him being an athlete and whether that comes in the form of baseball, board-sports, or ballet - we’ll be cool with it - I can’t say as much for the grandparents - I think they already have visions of good-old-all-American-jockdom in his future. We will have to wait and see.

Listening: Beach House  again…come on Marc, can’t we find some other early morning music!)