Dearest Diary,
It has been just over a week or so since I started taking care of my grandson. I've done some thinking and have decided to name the boy 'Klonoa'. It's a name that means "adventurous and brave" in our language. I've always liked that name, if Lorna was to be a boy, they would've been named Klonoa.
I must say, Klonoa is such an easy baby. He is rather quiet and calm, rarely crying unless he is afraid or injured. He is just a little ball of sunshine, he smiles and laughs a lot at all the small things, like bird sounds or when he's on the grass when we go outside. I sometimes even see him trying to crawl and chase after bugs. For a baby less than a month old, he is rather mobile. Although it is fun and cute to watch him explore, I doubt the bugs would be too happy about it, especially since Klonoa has attempted to eat one every once in a while. Luckily I've managed to snatch him up before he does so. He may be an easy baby, but "Curiosity killed the Kiton" as they often say.
He's still less cheeky than my Lorna was as an infant. She was always climbing up surfaces she wasn't supposed to, knocking objects off tables and playing hide and seek around the house. She had me running up and down, pulling my hair out, but it certainly kept me active at least.
I hope I'm doing this right. It has been quite some time since I've looked after a baby. But for my dear daughter, I will watch over and love this child until my dying breath.
Tomorrow is another day,
Elise