This past weekend, my husband and I trekked to my parents’ house on an island in New Hampshire. My daughter, son-in-law, and grandson came up, too. My parents–G.G. ( for great grandmother) and Big G, collectively known as the Double Gs–had only met the Very Best Baby briefly, a year ago, when he was just a few months old and the world wasn’t in a pandemic lockdown. Now a toddler, the fella is, well, busy. The Double Gs made... Read more