Two Thousand Twelve

Damn I was born in the 50's.  Going to school in the 60's & 70's, never even imagined life in the future.  Well in 2012, just a couple days ago, my grandson turned one.  I know, he's all grown up now.  And at his young age, he has his own mind, and doesn't care what anybody tells him.  Nothing is out of his reach, he can grab things off the counter that I thought were too high for him to reach.  I have baby gates in the doorways so he doesn't venture too far from my eyesight, and the other day I caught him climbing the gate.  He is a lot like his mother.  She also was a precocious, very adventurous and a little handful when she was his age.  Some how I knew she would get one just like her.  I think that's a good thing.  Now I have to get back to cake ideas for his party on Sunday.  It's a Gramma's job.