My grandson Buchi is growing up so fast. Only a few months back, last February to be exact, my high school classmates and I saw him in Bohol during our short tour there. Chubby, cuddly Buchi was still crawling at that time. Two weeks later, this was right before the COVID quarantine was imposed on us, Buchi flew from Bohol to Manila to celebrate his first birthday with the grandfolks. Lo and behold! He was already walking! Unsteadily though, like a Chinese drunken master in the movies.
Their Manila trip was cut short abruptly by the growing menace of this COVID crisis. The scary nation-wide lockdown was about to be implimented, starting on the 16th of March. Hence my son, Carlo, and his wife, Freedom, decided to make a quick retreat back to Bohol. Buchi’s bday bash had to be cancelled, as the parentals bundled him off hurriedly – and oh-so-dramatically – aboard that last plane out to Bohol. It turned out to be just a quick hello-goodbye for poor Lodi (short for Lolo-Daddy, that’s me) and Wowit (short for Lola Wit, my roommate).
Now, it’s been over 4 long, lonely months since we last saw our darling Bubba. (Yup, that’s what they fondly call him now.) And he’s growing up fast and coming up with those death-defying acts minus the big audience. (That’s me again, of course. Big in size.)
Good thing we now have smart phones and computers that can bring us together virtually. At least, we’re still able to see him grow, though we don’t get to hug and kiss this adorable cutesie-patootsie. Such a pity, as he’s been regaling everyone with that naughty toothy smile, coupled with the new antics he dishes out every now and then. (Yep, he just started growing his front teeth too.)
Soon as he learned to walk, he started marching around the place like he was little Hitler annexing little Europe. Curious and fearless li’l ball of energy, that’s what he is.
And he’s been learning more and more new tricks, keeping us guessing what he was coming up with next. He’s got us totally under his spell, like a li’l Merlin the Magician waving his magic wand. Yeah. This early, he’s learned how to make funny faces like it was the most natural thing to do for him.
And he’s learning to communicate now. With a babel of words only he can decipher. Yet he expects you to understand this new Bubba language he’s created. Demanding attention, demanding clear understanding. Soon, I shudder to think, he’ll be demanding absolute obedience as well!!?!
Buchi’s been a great source of joy for us, especially now with me. As a senior citizen with lots of health issues, I’m constrained to stay inside the house as much as possible. I used to say that I was the slavedriver in the family; meaning, I was their slave, and I was their driver. Alas, things have turned for the worse. For now, I am simply their slave; the easier, more glamorizing driver part having been taken away from me as well. With the COVID crisis, while others have suffered significant pay cuts, it is simply my job description that has been cut in half. Woe, woe, woe is me indeed.
So to all the slaves and home prisoners out there, here are some pics and videos of our li’l bundle of joy, Buchi. Hope it makes your day as well. Enjoy!!!
For a closer look, just click on the pics.