 OK. I know. I’ve been a bad blogger…bad blogger. I try to write two to three posts a week and they are usually plenty long with lots of pictures. No off-the-wall posts of “Hey! Meet Harry, my garbage man” or “Three ways to hide peas in Junior’s chocolate chip cookies”, although I guess I have to admit that I did show how to hide black beans in chocolate cupcakes…ok, so scratch that one. But I do try to make my posts interesting, useful and … full of as many words as I think I can get away with before my readers throw up their hands and just start looking at the pictures. I don’t think that I am arrogant enough to suppose that anyone is hanging onto a single one of those many words to the point of having to go into rehab if I haven’t posted something new within a two day time period. However, I do have a schedule I like to keep – a promise to myself you might say – so that if I do miss a few posts, I am the one who seriously considers rehab.  So, I’d just like to say that I’ve had a reasonably good excuse – at least in my book – for my absence since Monday. Would you like to hear my reason? I’m gonna be a grandmother for the first time and I had to get ready for the very first baby shower. All week long I have been doing a drawing plus matting and framing it and putting together a basket of goodies that Martha Stewart would consider “a good thing.” I even included M & M’s for the dear daddy-to-be to eat for a snack, in the labor room, in front of his laboring wife while she munches on ice chips. I’m that kind of thoughtful individual.  So I attended the shower, today, and it was absolutely beautiful. I managed not to cry a single tear. And all of us mothers eagerly encouraged the expectant mother with our own horror stories of pain and trauma in childbirth so that she happily ended the day convinced that it would be much better just having her leg cut off with a chainsaw. The best story was from one of the older guests who told of going into labor back in the 80’s, having only heard of Lamaze and watching it practiced on sitcoms. In the midst of the worst of labor, she decided to mimic what she had seen on television, promptly hyperventilating. The nurse, in a panic, asked what in the world she was doing with her quick breathing and this woman matter-of-factly told the nurse that she was simply doing what she’d seen them do for Lamaze on television. The nurse yelled at her, “Stop it, now!!!” So much for Hollywood led birthing classes. So just to let you know that this is my story and that I am sticking to it, I am providing a few pictures so you can identify. I think we are back to normal now for a few weeks. Another bread recipe is in the works already. I promise.  Drawing flowers to match each letter and then matting with pink ribbons and framing in a bright white frame took up most of the week. There are Coneflowers, Lillies, an Anemone, Indian Paintbrush, Rosepink and Euryops. Bright colors for a nursery!  This is the bassinet that I found as a surprise from Mr. Fix-It and me. I have been looking all over the place for one like this. I found it online and it is Badger brand. It is wood, rocks and makes a toybox when no longer needed as a bassinet!  The hostess created a beautiful table, don’t you agree? It was just a lovely day. But back to work!  |
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You are entitled Granny. Knowing the first grandbaby is on the way is one of the greatest things in this world, second only to the impending arrival of your own child, and a whole lot harder on you. When you delivered, you were the one in pain, not your precious child, for which you would lay down your life to make hers easier. You will want to change places with her, just to ease her labor, and any encouraging words you offer will be spit back in your face (which she will not remember). Then the miracle that is your grandchild happens, and you will cry, sing, dance and fight to hold it first. Enjoy, enjoy enjoy!!!!!!
And, if I had looked closer to your pics, I would have known it was a girl. Oh well, it’s late and my brain is already asleep!
Congrats! I had no idea.
Thanks, Judy! It is exciting. I’m just still pinching myself! 🙂
Thanks, Rebecca! 🙂
Very nice! God’s blessings on mother and child… and Grandma too. I just got back from a wedding in Chicago, so I’ve been away a few days myself.
(:D) Best regards…
Thank you, Hawkeye! Weddings and babies. Just doesn’t get any better than that! 🙂
Congratulations! I predict you will be a wonderful grandmother! Have you selected a name for yourself, or, are you leaving it to the little one?
Thanks, Beth! I figure that I will be called what we called our grandmothers and what my children called their’s and that’s Grandmommy or Grandmom! 🙂