Bronwyn and I, two grandmothers, drove up to Ambridge on July 5, 2002, to see our new grandson, Nathaniel, and our 5-year-old grandson, Isaac, and to participate in Nathaniel's baptism at Grace Episcopal Church, Mt. Washington. (It was also Fr. Arnie's last day as rector of that parish.)

Tara holds Nathaniel. He is just past two weeks old, and he sleeps most of the day. Nightime is when he wakes up, to the delight of his parents.

Here is Isaac, who is delighted to be receiving a golf club and golfballs from Bronwyn. We found the golf club to be a mixed blessing in the hands of a 5-year-old: the calming effects of a quiet golf game escaped him; he found the club was far more exciting when swung around in an alarming circular pattern that almost grazed the fish tank and one of the grandmother's arms.

One of Nathaniel's drunkenly blissful expressions. Another expression, less blissful and accompanied by furious cries, once caused his big brother to exclaim worriedly, "Take him to the hospital!" --and to cover his ears.