In Spanish that means grandson.  Ewan is mine. Nearing his 11th month, he is crawling, putting almost everything in his mouth, and showing his understanding of what “No” means.  He has perfect symmetry in facial features, nothing too big, nothing too small.  He was graced with a beautiful complexion as his skin is darker than either his dad’s or mom’s.  A nice olive tone.  Of course, that was my contribution.  I am Hispanic, well, 1/2 Mexican and that makes Ewan 1/8 Mexican.  But, it doesn’t stop there as Ewan’s mom is Japanese.  We’re talking exotic here.  Perhaps it’s not so unrealistic to anticipate Ewan will master not only English, but Japanese and Spanish as well.  Triple threat.

A tiny pair of tap shoes await Ewan’s premiere.  He has brought all manner of joy  into our lives.  He has been introduced to our pool.  At first not so well-received, but after…