Alex...Developmental Profile

Alex Colclough...Tiny Little Ball of Fire!

A tiny little ball of fire--Alex Colclough ...eight months old!

He understands the words you say...and loves to laugh and talk and play —

And, yes, at eight months; he walks and talks... has lots to say!

He's shrewd and sharp and quick, indeed! Knows how to ask  for what he needs;

And if, perchance, folks don't perceive—or misinterpret his mischief--

He knows just how to change the mood...with comedy that’s really cool!

           His humor starts in big bright eyes; gets impetus from deep inside;

Then, out comes laughter , brisk and loud,

 in baby chuckles, laughs and  smiles.

Hedged by dark, deep-dimpled cheeks...each side:

A chocolate symphony...replete—with humor from his face to feet!

Then, when he’s sad or hurt or fearful;  when his world is torn and tearful;

He cuddles gently in my arms, releasing love and so much charm!

And as he looks into my eyes...a precious smile, at once, transpires!

His smile consists of just two teeth, attached to gums...in shades of pink...

...A smile that’s hedged by chocolate cheeks...deeply dimpled...so, so sweet!

His tiny lips reveal a peek at chocolate smiles that light the skies!!!

His eyes--as big as midnight stars—and brighter, too, by far—

Leap like angels from  their places in his handsome chocolate face

And soar lithely to the spaces of my heart, his nestling place.

...My darling little Alex Baby Boy--He's such a joyful little boy!

Written by Grandma—Theressa G. Wesley, 5-28-12

Prayer for Alex...

I pray that the Lord will bless my precious little boy...That He will create within his total world the joy and happiness  of knowing Jesus as his personal Savior. 

I pray that God will transform his total world into images of laughter and joy and humor...images of love and grandeur and happiness...that God will transform  his little world into images and concepts that reflect the integrity and convictions of his family patriarchs and matriarchs and that he will be wise enough to apply them to his generation...that he will make them flourish and prosper.  I pray for success and happiness for this young ball of fire.  May God's Holy Spirit linger with him and give him srength, peace, hope,love,success...all the things that he desires in life. 

For now, he's just a kid who loves to play and laugh and talk and demonstrate...to portray to all what God has wrought--the miracle his life has brought!

Have Mercy, Lord, on my precious little grandbaby boy.  In Jesus' name I pray.  Amen.

Written by...Theressa G. Wesley, June 8, 2012

FREEWRITING...
INCOMPLETE...

6-8-12

ALEX...

The smartest little guy I know is Alex Colclough ...eight months old!

He understands the words you say and loves to laugh and talk and play! 

He's shrewd and sharp and quick, indeed!  ...And boldly asks for what he thinks he needs;

And if, perchance, folks don't percieve... or misinterpret his mischief;

He knows just how to change the mood...with comedy that's real and deep

--that eminates in big bright eyes,
gets impetence from deep inside
and bounces forth in dimpled mirth--
a chain reaction that's replete with humor from his little face!

Then when his little world becomes entangled with his snares and cares

he musters up the cutest smile, which forms between cute dimppled jaws

...transforms his entire little world to images yet to unfurl.

He's just a kid who loves to play and laugh and talk and demonstrate...

portray to all what God has wrought--the miracle his life has brought!

That's Alex Colclough!  Hear him out!



Written by...

Theressa G. Wesley, June 8, 2012

FREEWRITING...
INCOMPLETE...

Today...June 7, 2012

ALEX...

Pretty Dark Skin...

...And Little Guy Alex—a bundle of joy, too! ... As perfect as grandeur can come in a brilliant, happy, healthy, energetic... absolutely wonderful little guy!

His skin is the color of the Nile’s riverside habitants...as smooth and clear and soft... as dark and brilliant... as the stunningly beautiful pure African skin of old;

Huge Eyes, Deep Dimples, Sweet Smile...

Alex’s handsome little face is accented by big pretty eyes that shine as brightly as the heavenly stars above.

He has two little white teeth, peeking through smooth pink gums at the bottom of his little mouth, welcoming two strikingly deep dimples in each of his cute little soft-skinned, dark brown cheeks!

And...as if there’s a union between body and soul; his cute little feet catch the beat to the sound of pure love—

a reflection of deep, dimpled smiles and a laugh that’s divine...and the twinkle of gladness that shines in his eyes. Then wrapped in his presence is the question of essence...the revelation ancestors bequeathed when they left us.

Reflections of Alex—Ancestors’Genes...

His deep hearty laugh is a mixture of textures... and symbols... and structures... and sounds gone before us!

First, the shrill gasps of Carrie billow forth from afar;

Then, the chuckles and cackles of grandparents galore...

Final triumph is Alex—his laughter is bold!

Laughter rambles, meanders, and saunters galore! What an awesome tradition! What a genetic core!

...So much I could say about this cool little guy

...Such images, such symbols, such traits...in disguise;

And, there in the midst is the one we admire—

He’s our perfect little symbol--
Check his eyes and his smile!

Finally, triumphantly...reminders of yore as Alex’s bold laughter saunters loud on the course! These varying phases of laughter roll forth—a remix!!! ancestors...and Alex...What a genetic core!

There’s so much I could say about this cool little guy--! His brilliant little personality literally reeks with images of his ancestors—Wesleys, Gunnels, Colcloughs...and relatives I’ve never even met!

Resemblance to Cousins S.J. and Anne Lee Jenkins...

Alex especially reminds me of Cousin S.J. Jenkins and Cousin Anne Lee Jenkins Spearman—his cousins who are in their late 90’s and both in good health...both, living alone. He has the same dark, lavishly clear skin. That’s right! at ages 94-96, they still have clear, unwrinkled skin—no baggy eyes...nothing like that. I’m making this point to project what Alex will look like another 100 years from now. And I’m sure he’ll still have the same, unblemished, un-demonized mind, heart and spirit. Let’s hope so anyway! Alex is an especially loving, giving, hugging little guy!

Alex's Resemblance with Reggie an Russell Wesley

Sweet Little Spirit...

Never Sucked Bottle...

Alex is a unique little guy. Shortly after his mom, Crystal, was accepted into medical school (pharmacy); she ended up having to leave her precious little baby and return to school only four days after his birth. I told Crystal that if she could continue in school, I certainly could come to her house and babysit for her. So we DID that thing! We worked it! Do you hear me?

Unfortunately, however, Little Alex was caught in the middle of it all—he had to give up his mommy, and he wasn’t at all pleased about it. Well, he made up his little 4-day old mind that he just wasn’t going to take a bottle—and he didn’t!

The more we tried to put that bottle nipple in his mouth, the angrier he became! Ultimately, he won. No matter how hungry his little tummy became, he still refused to suck that bottle nipple.

After a few days, we gave up; and Crystal just had to come home for lunch every day. That meant driving 20-25 minutes home and 20-25 minutes back to school just to feed her baby. It was tough, but she did it. She loved that little guy with all her heart!

After about five months, she began feeding him foods, so that helped some.

Crystal's Rotations...Another Change in Schedules for Alex...

Now that Crystal is doing rotations, she’s even further away from Alex, which makes it even more difficult for her to come home during lunch. Since he’s older now, we assumed that now he’d accept the bottle and would be ok with not seeing his mom all day—“No way!” he says. So we’re still trying desperately to get him to adjust. But it’s really hard!!!

Alex...Talking at one-Week-Old; Walking at 8-Months-Old...

Alex is sooo smart..... He knows exactly what’s going on around him...even tries to respond verbally. In fact, he began saying “Ma-ma” when he was less than a week old. When he was trying desperately to get to his mama’s milk that first week of his life, his little vocal cords actually articulated the word “Ma-ma.” And not just once! He did it over and over again—crystally clear!

...And as he developed, he began to murmur and actually utter enough of words to mimic what he means. Such a smart little guy!

Alex...Precocious in Every Respect...

Alex did everything early! He never dropped his head from side to side or had to have his back and neck supported as other newborns did. He was strong the very day he was born! ...Acted as if he knew exactly what people were saying to him...would smile, frown, respond... perfectly. We talked to him as if we were talking to a much older baby, and he genuinely understood!

Pediatrician...Jealous of both Grandbabies (Mykah and Alex)...So Sad...

When Crystal took Alex to the doctor for his six-month check-up, she told the doctor how well he was sitting alone. The doctor totally dismissed Crystal’s explanation of Alex’s development. She said simply, “It may appear that he’s sitting alone, but you’re giving him support. Mothers often confuse what their babies are doing.” Crystal nonchalantly said, “Okay, then.” But she knew what her baby was doing!

In fact, both of Crystal’s babies—Mykah and Alex—were months ahead of other babies. The pediatrician’s daughter just happened to have had a child the exact same age as Mykah; so initially, the pediatrician enthusiastically compared her grandbaby’s development with Mykah’s. However, even from the very beginning, her grandbaby’s physical and mental development was so far behind Mykah that the pediatrician was visibly embarrassed. She constantly attempted to negate Mykah’s obvious precocious development.

The Pediatrician was so jealous and envious of every milestone that Mykah reached that it was ridiculous! Crystal reached the point that she refused to even tell the pediatrician what Mykah was doing because such mean-spiritness and abject vitriol would issue forth from the pediatrician’s demeanor that it became utterly uncomfortable even being around the pediatrician. How pitiful is this situation?!?