Monday, January 18, 2010

Grandchildren... absent minded rambling.

Babies and more babies… is anyone getting sick and tired of hearing about my babies? How about my babies’ babies? Naw, I didn’t think so. And that being the case, here we go again.

I spent most of yesterday with Melissa, Matthew, Banee, and most importantly… Big Ben. We went shopping at the Vero Outlet Mall; looking for maternity clothes for Banee and grandbaby clothes for all of them… born and to be born. It was wonderful! A great day for me! And Matthew almost tolerated the entire thing. To ease some of his pain, I did take everyone to dinner following the day shopping. Well, everyone except Matt and Banee – he is so independent that it would apparently kill him to allow me to buy there dinner. But, he had a great time at dinner, playing with Shaun and Xzavier who joined us for the meal. Shaun knew better than to go baby shopping with a group of women. Jessie also joined us for dinner. Matthew is still a newlywed husband who wants to be an active part of each of Banee’s waking moments… that they are not working. Isn’t he cute!

While we were shopping, we found incredible deals! I do love sales. Especially clearance sales – and most especially clearance sales that say take an additional 70% off. How can you go wrong? Christmas and Halloween outfits will be coming back again! Just kidding – I was tempted, but even I did not buy for next year’s holidays. Well, truth really be told here… just between you and me… the only thing that kept me from buying outfits for a year in the future is I don’t know for sure what size any of the babies will be! Oh, and Barrie would probably kill me for spending like that.

I have mentioned before how wonderful my husband is – how much I love him – how cute he is – how understanding he has the potential for being…. but… he actually likes me to at least make an attempt at sticking to the budget we have agreed upon. We so very carefully go over our finances and pay bills together so that we both know where we stand, and then he expects me to follow whatever game plan we made.

Oh, how I digress. Not that I had a real plan when I sat down, but I do remember clearly saying this was about the grandbabies. (Isn’t everything?) On to the grandbabies…

Xzavier got his afghan last night at dinner. Poor baby has been waiting since Christmas. I kept doing little projects here and there and that one just kept being put aside for a few minutes here and there. Finally it is done and he has it.

Michael received his Nana and Michael photo album from our New Year visit. I made a small photo album just for him with pictures of us together. My plan is that if he can see us together having fun, he will remember me better for the next visit. It feels like visits are few and far between with him; probably not as bad as it seems, but his Nana wants to be with him more often. I guess as he gets older (two in March) he is going to remember me better anyway. Breaks my heart that he has to be reminded who grandma is. Once he remembers me, it is all good!

Honey Blossom. I am afraid she will be grown up and have kids of her own before I see her again. Last time we saw her was in June. She was 9 months old. Before that she was like 6 weeks old. We only head over to England every two years or so. I am thinking that it might be easier to fly them all here next time. Then maybe I could babysit all the grandbabies while all of the adult kids go out for fun. I may have a plan forming here!

Big Ben – Xzavier’s little brother, my teeny tiny little guy. OK, most recent birth… I may have mentioned every move he has made already… but, did I mention he is over 7 pounds now – has passed his due date by four days – is 8 weeks old today! I believe he almost rolling over – trying to hold his head up – grabs at things with his cute little hands – follows objects (and grandmas) with his eyes – and, most important… he loves his grandma! Loves to cuddle with her and spend time with her.

Well then – time for me to stop for now. Until next time!

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