Uniqueness

Things are going well here. Gus is beginning to know the house and the people and it is a bit easier to predict when he knows to go outside. We've had a few mistakes, but we are training ourselves pretty well. The boys are learning - but still play too much and too loudly with him - so he bites their shirts or pants and hangs on for dear life. Of course, Gus thinks this is a game and loves this tug of war. The boys, of course, just jump right into the fray pulling away, which makes Gus even more insistent on hanging on. With his sharp little baby teeth he has made quite a few holes in clothes to date. This extended period of time with the grandchildren and son Luke has been a truly enjoyable one. So many memories have been recalled, so many connections made through little incidents that will be remembered. I will no doubt remember different ones from what they will, but so be it. I'm often surprised at memories Luke has that I have no clue about. Even though he says I was there when they happened. But, then that shouldn't surprise me anymore. It's been happening for years. Strange how certain aspects of events stick with one person and different ones with another. Why is that? Uniqueness. As hard as we try sometimes to fit in and be just like others, especially as teenagers, it doesn't work! Maybe that's why I gave up on it so long ago. And, imagine how terribly boring the world would be if we were all alike! If we were, or could be, who would you pick as the model?