Maya is very fortunate to have loving maternal grandparents – close by in Toronto
Maya’s maternal grandparents (Kathy & Doug) live not too far from Maya’s parents’ home in Toronto and thus Maya gets an immense opportunity to be coddled, kissed and hugged often by them.
Recently , Kathy wrote an interesting humourous article in her Church’s ( Fairlawn Avenue United Church) Fall 2011 issue newspaper. The Title: ” My Goofy Remarkable Family” and the article is hilarious and really excellent.
It is reproduced here – See Below:
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Family Tiesfall2011
By Kathleen
My Goofy Remarkable Family
Let me start by saying that my husband is not goofy. I might have called his pineapple shirt goofy. I may have hinted that certain remarks made to his daughters (or worse, their heart-throbs) were tending that way.
But by no means did I ever think he could be nominated Goofiest Guy. Yet here he emailed me a few weeks ago to advise he”™d be going to a GOOF tournament in September. Imagine, trying out for top goofiness! (Okay, he probably meant GOLF ”“ although some might think they are one and the same.)
But if anyone should be in a contest, it”™s our new granddaughter, Maya. Clearly a ten out of ten.
Yet she was barely born when my daughter reported that Maya was “unremarkable.”
“That”™s good, Mom,” she explained. “In medical terms, you don”™t want anything to be remarkable. It means there”™s something wrong.”
That may be all very well in doctor-speak, but Grandma knows that infant is remarkable, not unremarkable.
“You”™re wrong,” I say, staring endlessly at her fingers (piano player), mouth (sweetheart), legs (gymnast) and facial expressions (Oscar material). “There has never been such a remarkable baby.”
You don”™t believe me? Here”™s an example. When she was born, her stomach was the size of a chickpea and three days later it was the size of a walnut. Is that remarkable or what?
After only three weeks on earth, Maya developed a talent for crying intermittently all evening and half the night. My son-in-law, finding neither hunger nor wet diapers to be the explanation, diagnosed “existential terror.” He didn”™t say so, but I”™m sure he agrees with me that this proves her to be a remarkable philosopher at such a tender age.
She furrows her little brow and I see her thinking, “Why am I here?” just prior to an outburst of wailing.
If you witnessed it, you would appreciate just how remarkable she is.
Recently Maya had her passport photo taken. She managed to sit up straight, open her eyes, refrain from crying or smiling ”“ all without any part of Mommy”™s body in the picture.
It only took 30 tries. I call that remarkable for a one-month-old. I guess she really wants to go on that family trip!
I got to thinking. Could remarkable and goofy be related? Maya likes doing Grandpa”™s goofy exercises (remarkable! She can touch her toes). Grandpa looks kind of goofy when he opens his eyes wide and his teeth touch his chin, all three inches from her face. But look what follows. She”™s practically doing a downward dog! It”™s pretty remarkable.
Maybe they should go in a tournament together: the Most Remarkably Goofy Tournament. With him on goofy and her acing remarkable, the possibilities are limitless for this family.
I can”™t wait to see what”™s next!