Hi, folks, it's Sarah K.K., back with another installment of Toddler Thursday.

This past weekend, some of my family came to visit -- my dad and stepmom and my brother and sister-in-law. For the latter two, it was their first time meeting Isaac. The former two hadn't seen him since December 2008, when he was six months old. So it was a fun few days of getting-to-know-the-toddler.

Between my husband and me, we have eight parents, so when Isaac came along, there was a lot of discussion about what he would call his various grandparents.

My dad had somewhat settled on Grandpa Ron, though my stepmom wanted him to be Granddaddy, which is what I call his dad. But Granddaddy is still around, and my dad didn't want to steal his name. So we've gone with Grandpa Ron.

Prior to the recent visit, Isaac has talked to my dad on speakerphone, even "reading" him his favorite book (which consisted of pointing at things and saying their names -- again and again). When I tried to get the phone back so I could talk, Isaac declared, "No! My Ron!" He really likes saying "Ron." "Grandpa" was just getting left out.

Once Grandpa Ron was here in person, we were apparently asking Isaac fairly often, "Who's that?" "Dat Ron!" soon became my dad's new name, even when we weren't asking.

But that kind of made us stop and think. My great-grandpa Frank (my mom's grandfather) had gotten to know my dad pretty well during my parents' courtship and early marriage. After their divorce, whenever I would see Frank, he would ask after my father, always phrased the same way: "How is that Ron?"

When Isaac started calling my dad "Dat Ron" with frequency, we looked at each other, our faces mirroring each other with this expression: "Whoa."

Oh, sure, it's just a coincidence, but there was still a little moment there that made us both see that Frank, though he passed away a couple of years ago, is still with us.

(Top photo of Isaac and Dat Ron by me, bottom photo of me and Frank probably by Dat Ron)