Such a Delight
As you may have noticed, I write about whatever I'm experiencing on a given day. Since I'm moving into week 2 of staying with my daughter after the birth of my grandson, my topics seem to be singularly focused right now. Just wanted to say that, if you're new here, this is not solely a grandparenting blog, even though it may seem like it for a while! 🙂 This right here is magical to me. It is music and goodness and light, and the stuff of grandparenting dreams. My husband is better with toddlers and young kids than with babies. He loves the babies, don't get me wrong, but he relates better to children that will respond to him, and, well, seem less breakable! Since Lilli is coming up...
A Glimpse of Heaven
Quiet house. Early morning feeding. Just me and the little guy, snuggled together, separated only by a swaddle blanket and a bottle. After the bottle was drained and the obligatory burping achieved, we rocked, staring into each others' eyes, and I began to sing... Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby... He listened very intently, then he did a little something with his eyes that reminded me of his sister at that age and I was taken back to a very pink bedroom, during a similar early morning feeding, where I was singing... ...Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come...
I Do It!
As has been mentioned on several occasions, my granddaughter, Lilli, is two years old. She's inching closer to three, but she's still a solid two, 'two' being the operative word. Her two's have been pretty terrific thus far, but since I was here in January for the baby shower, there has been a BIG shift in her little attitude, and a very noticeable birth of defiance. The first true inkling (as far as I'm concerned) of the entrance of 'terrible.' I know some of it is the addition of Brody, and I had attributed some to her not feeling well, but she's a lot better now health-wise, and well, she still is standing her ground pretty well for the things that she wants! One of the things...
My Men: The Old and The New
Don't worry. It's not like it sounds. I'm talking about my man who's been around for 30+ years and my new man of 5 days. Old, that is. Five days old. Grandfather and grandson. To me, that sounds like peanut butter and jelly...a combination that is meant to be. We are the parents of two wonderful girls. My man never once confessed disappointment over that fact, or ever wanted to "try for a boy." He was pleased with the size of our family, regardless of the fact that he was breathing air thick with estrogen for a lot of years. When Lilli came along, he was over the moon with her, thrilled beyond reason at a grandchild that was wrapped in pink and topped off with bows the size of...
The Winds of Change
Change is hard. Just ask Lilli. At two years and nine months, she was so excited about her brother coming. And really, the coming part was pretty wonderful. It was the staying part that was the kicker. Actually, I'm not so sure it would be so bad if she wasn't battling terrible allergies with a legitimate cold thrown in for good measure, but she is, so she feels crummy. She's grumpy and needy. If that wasn't enough, her mother, from whom she usually has sole attention when she's at home (she typically works full time) is recovering, herself, and every time Lilli turns around, there's Brody, taking up her space in her mama's lap. Today, she decided to pull out all the stops and go...