I love little girls. My favorite age for little girls as four. By age four they have developed a real personality and can carry on conversations that absolutely slay me. I think of my granddaughter Becky, who once told me she has a really bad science infection. She was just as serious as could be and her great big blue-grey eyes so solemn and serious. How does one keep from bursting out laughing?
Our last four grandchildren have been all boys. At one time we were convinced that we were never going to have grandchildren, then five girls came along. We were then convinced we'd never have any grandsons and we have been blessed with four in a row. Kat is pregnant and is sure she is having another girl (she already has three). As difficult as her pregnancy is going, I just hope for a healthy baby.
I wasn't prepared for the first boy that came along. I was used to cuddly little girls who liked to color in my Barbie Coloring books, and play dressup, and do makeovers. The first boy, Brandon, was a premie and was in the hospital for several weeks. The first time I got to hold him he was 2 weeks old with tubes coming out of him like quills. Although he was early, he was seven pounds, but it took his lungs a while to catch up. Now he's a lover and never shies away from hugs and kisses or being read to.
Our daughter from Miami was up the last two weeks and I fell in love with her boys. For obvious reason I don't see them as often as the others, but what little heart-stealers they are. Steve is so smart and amazes me with his understanding of things. He plays rummy with a ruthlessness rarely seen in an eight year old and can keep up with an adult playing ping pong.
Miles will be three next December and all women present fell in love with Miles. He's a very happy boy and he's absolutely okay with hugs and kisses. He has a smile on his face most of the time and is happy to take your hand when walking him down to the lake.
Owen is the newest and will be a year old next month. I was there for his birth and I will never forget it. He was born at home, in their bed with me and a midwife present. Of the 9 current grandchildren, I have been at all but four births, but this one was so special. I have to admit, I was nervous with the idea of a 39 year old woman giving birth at home, but she had delivered the others with no problem. I'll be honest, I did my share of praying for them.
Owen is a sweet boy, and he barely ever cries. You can see his wheels turning as he watches his surroundings, and he is very close to walking. He smiles a lot, proudly showing off his new teeth. I've never been around too many baby boys, so I'm enjoying my time with them.
I'm excited at having one more grandchild coming. Another boy evens the score, but she thinks she's having another girl. Either way, I'm thrilled. Unfortunately, I won't be in Maine when she's due--Jim and are I headed to Florida for the winter. I might have a take a quick trip up to check him or her out, because that's what Nana's do.
Our last four grandchildren have been all boys. At one time we were convinced that we were never going to have grandchildren, then five girls came along. We were then convinced we'd never have any grandsons and we have been blessed with four in a row. Kat is pregnant and is sure she is having another girl (she already has three). As difficult as her pregnancy is going, I just hope for a healthy baby.
I wasn't prepared for the first boy that came along. I was used to cuddly little girls who liked to color in my Barbie Coloring books, and play dressup, and do makeovers. The first boy, Brandon, was a premie and was in the hospital for several weeks. The first time I got to hold him he was 2 weeks old with tubes coming out of him like quills. Although he was early, he was seven pounds, but it took his lungs a while to catch up. Now he's a lover and never shies away from hugs and kisses or being read to.
Our daughter from Miami was up the last two weeks and I fell in love with her boys. For obvious reason I don't see them as often as the others, but what little heart-stealers they are. Steve is so smart and amazes me with his understanding of things. He plays rummy with a ruthlessness rarely seen in an eight year old and can keep up with an adult playing ping pong.
Miles will be three next December and all women present fell in love with Miles. He's a very happy boy and he's absolutely okay with hugs and kisses. He has a smile on his face most of the time and is happy to take your hand when walking him down to the lake.
Owen is the newest and will be a year old next month. I was there for his birth and I will never forget it. He was born at home, in their bed with me and a midwife present. Of the 9 current grandchildren, I have been at all but four births, but this one was so special. I have to admit, I was nervous with the idea of a 39 year old woman giving birth at home, but she had delivered the others with no problem. I'll be honest, I did my share of praying for them.
Owen is a sweet boy, and he barely ever cries. You can see his wheels turning as he watches his surroundings, and he is very close to walking. He smiles a lot, proudly showing off his new teeth. I've never been around too many baby boys, so I'm enjoying my time with them.
I'm excited at having one more grandchild coming. Another boy evens the score, but she thinks she's having another girl. Either way, I'm thrilled. Unfortunately, I won't be in Maine when she's due--Jim and are I headed to Florida for the winter. I might have a take a quick trip up to check him or her out, because that's what Nana's do.
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