Mr. Fly

Buzz, buzz. Now that Grant is One, he's been thinking about all that he left
Behind in his infant months. "All I want is You," he tells his mommy, Kelly. "But I gotta walk On, 'cause there's no line on the Horizon." "Gloria! and Hallelujah!", says Kelly. When he walks, he's just running to stand Still. "I want to go to the Heartland in God's Country," he insists. "Love is Blindness; love rescue Me," which one is it?



"Sometimes, Grant, you can't make it on your Own." Kelly turns to Grant. But he's cool, he's the Fly.

Grant turns, "when love comes to Town...I'm gonna get that train, Mom. I've got to go where the streets have no Name, in Van Diemans's Land."



"huh? where?"

"Nevermind, I have too many mysterious Ways."

"Grant, don't go, I can't help falling in love with You."

"Mom, you can take a day without Me."

"No! When will you be back? On the Fourth of July? In October? At Christmas, baby please come Home?"




"Mom, our hearts will always beat as One. Don't forget about the unforgettable Fire that I have for you"



"Oh Grant, I will always follow you until the end of the World. Remember when life leaves you Numb or gives you a Lemon, you've got to find the silver and Gold Lining."



"What advice, mom! I guess I won't leave; let's make today a sort of Homecoming. I guess I will continue to trip through your Wires. At least until you are Forty."




"Please, I have my pride, in the name of Love."

31,535,986 Seconds: If you will it, Grant, it is no dream

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He wakes up, like it's just another day, but today the clock, it ticks up its seconds to a Year of Grant. For his first birthday, his Mother has given days in and days out of time. Time in the morning, hello. Time in the afternoon, hello mister. Time in the evening, how's about a some dinner. Daddy arrives late, but not too late for goodnites, and loves you-s. A Year of Grant, a Year of Grace. Thanks to everyone for the support and love!

31,334,914 Seconds: We Can Let Him Expand

We can, but seriously, should we? He's such a complete little package at less than one year, why should two be any better. We've heard they can be terrible. Above, he is shown pre-1, still, and cute with long hair. He is shown in the hair-cut chair, and he will lose some of that hair shortly, and with that hair cut our little, little infant becomes a boy.



And above is the after (at 31,354,525 Seconds), looks good huh? Here's a couple more befores:


6,559,772 Seconds: Our little boy, above, pictured on Mother's Day weekend. That swing is now long stored away, along with those pacifiers. Fortunately, he gave up his pacifier early on, and he's never had a problem giving up his bottle. His blankie is another story, don't mess with the blankie. His expressions have developed; now he'll stare at us wondering what that blank stare is on our face, instead of vice-versa.


6,562,717 Seconds: Above, it's hard to call him a monkey now, except in the figurative sense. Bummer. But, now, he can really climb and get up on things. For example, he still thinks it's OK to take a dive off a bed, or climb without consequence down stairs. Monkeys, however, are born with an innate sense of space and gravity. Grant still doesn't have the hang of simple Newtonian physics, like a monkey would by now.


22,276,002 Seconds: At this time, we still had hope for the Cowboys. I know. I know. I still had hopes for my fantasy football, too!! Look at the hope in our eyes; we were so young, so naive, betting it all on da boys, on Romo and his pinky.


4,144,597 Seconds: He is less than two months shown above, and quite a handful. He could barely coordinate his hands then.


-20,604,720 Seconds: He didn't even have hands at this time. When I saw these indicators shown above, I said, "Holy [Sheep Herders] I am a dad, my boys can swim!" Kelly rolled her eyes and said something like: "Hey, buddy forget your boys, this is bigger than that!" She was right, of course.


Starting at 31,354,525 Seconds, the family today had a Sunday Celebration for Grant's Birthday , but like other doors, this one, shown above, will stay private until at least 31,536,000 Seconds. Our prayer is very similar to the one on March 3, 2008, though: Lord Grant us the patience and strength to guide our son Grant further into this World. Notice how even then we tipped you off to his name. Thanks, we appreciate your attention to these matters.