I haven't posted in months. Think about it. Meant to do it. Where have these past months gone? Looking at how quickly Mason has become a little boy is proof that time flies.
Mason has rapidly grown into quite the charming, little guy. I spent the weekend with Amy and him while his daddy was at deer camp. We planned to do some baking and prepare a few dishes for Amy to freeze for the first week after Ella is born. Ok, well I played with (I meant occupied) Mason while she prepared the meals, but I did help bake. Honestly. I'm helpful as I did bring the Kitchen Aid mixer! See, I did my part.
Mason did his part also. He is quite the little baker. Amy has spent a lot of time baking snacks and cookies for Mason over the past year and involves him in the measuring and mixing. Of course, his favorite contribution to the baking process is licking the beaters. It was quite funny to watch Mason try to lick the Kitchen Aid mixer beater clean. That thing is huge! It covered his entire face and he had cookie dough everywhere, as he licked and sucked on that beater, occasionally dipping it back into the bowl to get more. Oh wait, I'm the one that did that so he could eat more. Never mind. Once the beaters are clean, he is done with baking. The rest is up to us, if we want a finished project.
The second game plan was to get all the bedding and new clothes for the baby girl washed and ready to go. Mission accomplished. I am paranoid about like colors and clothes being washed together. Do you know how many bright pink things there are for babies? How many little white things there is also? Then you have the darks, the flannel things, etc. all which require separate washings the first time. Geez. My butt should be toned and in Miss America shape as I made several trips up and down the steps washing all those little loads.
Believe me, I'm not complaining. I loved every minute of helping to prepare for the arrival of baby Ella. I loved folding those little clothes, just as much as I did preparing for Mason's arrival.
I think that Amy's favorite part this weekend was watching me struggle to figure out how to assemble the bedding: especially the bedskirt. You have to heist that mattress out of there, shove that bedskirt down into that tiny crack, put the mattress back in. Tying on the bumper pad? So many ties. What did you say Amy? "We have to take this apart, mama." "What?" I responded. "We forgot to move the bed up to the highest point" she said. I said, "Are you kidding me?" "No?" "Okay." Back out came everything.
Now I am sure that Amy was laughing her little butt off as she watched me struggle to heist up that mattress. I am sure she was snicking inside as she watched me figure out (hey, it's been years) how to re-assemble a crib. Now my upper half of my body should be Miss America toned also.
Soon it was time to go home. I packed up my things and headed towards the door. Amy told Mason that grandma was leaving to go home. Mason, always being the helper, yells, "I get the door. I get the door." He so graciously held the door for me while I loaded up my things and came back in to get just one more kiss and hug. After wrestling a hug, I told him I had to go. "I get the door." "I get the door." He runs to hold the door for me as I make my exit. Thanks, Mason, I'm thinking, my Miss America body, while toned of course, hasn't the strength to hold it myself. Mason, can you come home with Grandma and open my doors too? I'll bake you cookies and let you lick the beater.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Two Years
I haven't posted any letters to my blog in a while and realized that I must get back at it. I have discovered how much I miss writing about my little guy.
So much has happened this early summer. Mason has spent quite a few days with me, both at his home and at ours. I went down last week and spent a few days with him, pre-planned for weeks, but he became ill with a virus and ran a fever. So, my idea of spending large amounts of time "sight seeing" and "park hopping" did not materialize. Oh well, that is ok. Just being with my grandson is enough. After all, how often is it that a grandma is given the opportunity to provide much needed comfort to her grandchild? I am sure there are many grandma's that would love this gift.
Wow! Mason has changed so quickly these past few months and continue to do so. It is hard to know where to begin. So, I thought I would share a bit of my time with Mason from last week.
Mason loves his binkie, a.k.a. his pacifier. His parents have been great about allowing him to have it as needed. However, they also have decided it is time to take it away from him. Easier said than done. He is now down to having it at nap time and bedtime. This is not to say that he doesn't try to sneak it or ask for it at other times. What a perfect time to ask for it when Grandma is around and the parents are not?
As with most toddlers, when Mason is ill he wants his mama or daddy. Since they were not to be found, Grandma would have to do. Mason was recently moved into a twin size bed, which he loves, and like to go "night night" often and invites you to join him. He brags about his blankets, his pillows, and his music box. He "invites" you (also known as tells you) where to lay at, which pillow you can have. He then proceeds to pretend to sleep, all the while making these cute little snoring sounds, which sound something like: "ker chew" over and over again. One would think he is sleeping until a glimpse of the smiling face is seen. Well, he did invite me to enter his domain and I did. Of course, you know what was laying there? You got it. His binkie. Well, he wanted it. I said, "No, it's for night night time only." He started the crying, "Binkie, night night, blankie" and proceeded to lay down in his bed, trying to cover himself up with his blanket, placing that binkie in his little mouth and just lying there, fever and all. Well, I can't have that. I had to pick him up and rock with him. Is that rule not in the Grandma handbook? I'm sure it is on page 1, rule #1: Must rock the baby.
So, Mason got his binkie. Not that he had it in his mouth the entire time of course, but occasionally he wanted the comfort. Then daddy came home. Daddy: "Mason, give daddy to binkie." Mason gave it to up, knowing the days of the binkie are numbered. He was quite cheerful after that. After all, his daddy was home.
I later confessed my sin of allowing Mason to have his pacifier, (after Mason busted me) justifying it with "He was sick and it brings him comfort." They don't care of course, they want what is best for him, Amy agreeing that yes, he probably did need it, graciously easing me over my guilt at "breaking the rules."
Jana watched Mason a day later and did the same thing. He was fussy, rather out of sorts and wanted his binkie. Jana actually said, "He is whining and won't shut up until he gets his binkie!" So, his binkie he received. When Matt came home, Mason forked his binkie over to daddy. After several minutes of the normal whining that an almost two year old is famous for, Matt said to Jana, "Geez, I see why you gave him is binkie. He's cranky." while laughing.
Amy sends me a text of a conversation she had with Mason a few days later. Mason: "Want binkie." Amy: "No, Mason, you don't need it. No Binkie." Mason: "Want Binkie!. Wa Wa Wa." Amy: "No Mason. You can't have your binkie, it's not bedtime." Mason: "Gamma do it." Amy: "Gamma isn't here buddy." Mason: "I want gamma!"
That's ok, little guy. Gamma wants you too! Only next time I have you, we are going to the park and going shopping. I think it has been a few weeks since you have had a surprise. Nothing big or elaborate is needed. Sometimes all it takes to get a huge smile is a piece of licorice or a juice box. Sometimes it is a small toy, found at a garage sale for a few bucks. Then there are time that all it takes is a binkie!
So much has happened this early summer. Mason has spent quite a few days with me, both at his home and at ours. I went down last week and spent a few days with him, pre-planned for weeks, but he became ill with a virus and ran a fever. So, my idea of spending large amounts of time "sight seeing" and "park hopping" did not materialize. Oh well, that is ok. Just being with my grandson is enough. After all, how often is it that a grandma is given the opportunity to provide much needed comfort to her grandchild? I am sure there are many grandma's that would love this gift.
Wow! Mason has changed so quickly these past few months and continue to do so. It is hard to know where to begin. So, I thought I would share a bit of my time with Mason from last week.
Mason loves his binkie, a.k.a. his pacifier. His parents have been great about allowing him to have it as needed. However, they also have decided it is time to take it away from him. Easier said than done. He is now down to having it at nap time and bedtime. This is not to say that he doesn't try to sneak it or ask for it at other times. What a perfect time to ask for it when Grandma is around and the parents are not?
As with most toddlers, when Mason is ill he wants his mama or daddy. Since they were not to be found, Grandma would have to do. Mason was recently moved into a twin size bed, which he loves, and like to go "night night" often and invites you to join him. He brags about his blankets, his pillows, and his music box. He "invites" you (also known as tells you) where to lay at, which pillow you can have. He then proceeds to pretend to sleep, all the while making these cute little snoring sounds, which sound something like: "ker chew" over and over again. One would think he is sleeping until a glimpse of the smiling face is seen. Well, he did invite me to enter his domain and I did. Of course, you know what was laying there? You got it. His binkie. Well, he wanted it. I said, "No, it's for night night time only." He started the crying, "Binkie, night night, blankie" and proceeded to lay down in his bed, trying to cover himself up with his blanket, placing that binkie in his little mouth and just lying there, fever and all. Well, I can't have that. I had to pick him up and rock with him. Is that rule not in the Grandma handbook? I'm sure it is on page 1, rule #1: Must rock the baby.
So, Mason got his binkie. Not that he had it in his mouth the entire time of course, but occasionally he wanted the comfort. Then daddy came home. Daddy: "Mason, give daddy to binkie." Mason gave it to up, knowing the days of the binkie are numbered. He was quite cheerful after that. After all, his daddy was home.
I later confessed my sin of allowing Mason to have his pacifier, (after Mason busted me) justifying it with "He was sick and it brings him comfort." They don't care of course, they want what is best for him, Amy agreeing that yes, he probably did need it, graciously easing me over my guilt at "breaking the rules."
Jana watched Mason a day later and did the same thing. He was fussy, rather out of sorts and wanted his binkie. Jana actually said, "He is whining and won't shut up until he gets his binkie!" So, his binkie he received. When Matt came home, Mason forked his binkie over to daddy. After several minutes of the normal whining that an almost two year old is famous for, Matt said to Jana, "Geez, I see why you gave him is binkie. He's cranky." while laughing.
Amy sends me a text of a conversation she had with Mason a few days later. Mason: "Want binkie." Amy: "No, Mason, you don't need it. No Binkie." Mason: "Want Binkie!. Wa Wa Wa." Amy: "No Mason. You can't have your binkie, it's not bedtime." Mason: "Gamma do it." Amy: "Gamma isn't here buddy." Mason: "I want gamma!"
That's ok, little guy. Gamma wants you too! Only next time I have you, we are going to the park and going shopping. I think it has been a few weeks since you have had a surprise. Nothing big or elaborate is needed. Sometimes all it takes to get a huge smile is a piece of licorice or a juice box. Sometimes it is a small toy, found at a garage sale for a few bucks. Then there are time that all it takes is a binkie!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Trickery...You'd Think I Would Know Better.
OK. I admit it. I was tricked. Taken in. Conned. Fooled. All this by a 19 month old. This kid apparently is pretty good at this. It all started out quite nicely. After my adventure to take Mason out for lunch today, (which didn't work and I'll write about that later) it was time to return home and take a nap. For Mason that is, even though Grandma could use one herself.
The little darling only ran once from me when I told him it was nap time. So, I decided a little trickery was in order. I said, "Mason, were is your be be?' His be be is his fluffy, fleece blanket, which he must have for his naps. He ran to get it and I scooped him up the second he bent to retrieve it off the ground. Off to his bedroom we went. I pulled down the shade, laid him in bed, covered him up with his be be and turned on the Sea Horse Glow creature.
No sounds were heard for several minute. Then he became to jabber and screech something that sounded an lot like "Ga mmmaaa." "Come." This went on for several minutes. All was quite. Again, he began to jabber as I could hear him running around in his crib. I heard a few bouncing sounds, a few that sounded like he wa taken a kick or two at the wooden slats, then a very large thud. Oh my God. The kid fell out of his crib. I knew it. I just knew he would be able to get out on my watch. Wouldn't you know it? This stuff always happens to the Grandmas. Why can't he do this when his mama and daddy are here? They can be the ones to witness this first time feat? Why me?
My heart starts instantly pounding, while my stomach has that white/hot feeling when you are scared. Know what I'm talking about? That I would like to vomit after I faint feeling? There are no sounds after the thud. I go running in there. The little master of trickery is standing up in his crib, and begins laughing and jabbering, while pointing to the floor. He had thrown his Sea Horse creature out so far and hard, that it landed beside his changing table. Apparently he now wants it. "Geez, wasn't this funny grandma?" I swear that is what Mason said. No, kid. This is not funny.
As I handed him back his Sea Horse creature, he grabs my clothes and literally climbs up on me, sideways. As I turn around to retrieve him back to the front of me to put him back into his crib, he slides down, kicking and is off running for the hallway. Laughing. Yes, he is laughing at me. I have been tricked by a 19 month old. The humiliation is still setting in. Lord, I admit it. I fell into the trap. I chased him into the kitchen. "Mason it's nap time." "Time to go night night." "NO." he yells and runs to the corner by the baby gate, and I swear, he is trying to hide on me! Seriously.
Back to bed he goes. No sounds have been heard since I started writing this post. No screeching, no laughing, and best of all: no thudding. I think it's safe to say he is out like a light. I'd look to see. However, as my luck would have it, the little squirt would be laying there awake, ready with one more trick up his sleeve to get out of his crib.
Fooled by a 19 month old. History in the making.
The little darling only ran once from me when I told him it was nap time. So, I decided a little trickery was in order. I said, "Mason, were is your be be?' His be be is his fluffy, fleece blanket, which he must have for his naps. He ran to get it and I scooped him up the second he bent to retrieve it off the ground. Off to his bedroom we went. I pulled down the shade, laid him in bed, covered him up with his be be and turned on the Sea Horse Glow creature.
No sounds were heard for several minute. Then he became to jabber and screech something that sounded an lot like "Ga mmmaaa." "Come." This went on for several minutes. All was quite. Again, he began to jabber as I could hear him running around in his crib. I heard a few bouncing sounds, a few that sounded like he wa taken a kick or two at the wooden slats, then a very large thud. Oh my God. The kid fell out of his crib. I knew it. I just knew he would be able to get out on my watch. Wouldn't you know it? This stuff always happens to the Grandmas. Why can't he do this when his mama and daddy are here? They can be the ones to witness this first time feat? Why me?
My heart starts instantly pounding, while my stomach has that white/hot feeling when you are scared. Know what I'm talking about? That I would like to vomit after I faint feeling? There are no sounds after the thud. I go running in there. The little master of trickery is standing up in his crib, and begins laughing and jabbering, while pointing to the floor. He had thrown his Sea Horse creature out so far and hard, that it landed beside his changing table. Apparently he now wants it. "Geez, wasn't this funny grandma?" I swear that is what Mason said. No, kid. This is not funny.
As I handed him back his Sea Horse creature, he grabs my clothes and literally climbs up on me, sideways. As I turn around to retrieve him back to the front of me to put him back into his crib, he slides down, kicking and is off running for the hallway. Laughing. Yes, he is laughing at me. I have been tricked by a 19 month old. The humiliation is still setting in. Lord, I admit it. I fell into the trap. I chased him into the kitchen. "Mason it's nap time." "Time to go night night." "NO." he yells and runs to the corner by the baby gate, and I swear, he is trying to hide on me! Seriously.
Back to bed he goes. No sounds have been heard since I started writing this post. No screeching, no laughing, and best of all: no thudding. I think it's safe to say he is out like a light. I'd look to see. However, as my luck would have it, the little squirt would be laying there awake, ready with one more trick up his sleeve to get out of his crib.
Fooled by a 19 month old. History in the making.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Mr. Personality: Meet Mr. Attitude
I don't know what happened. Neither do his parents. No one is accepting responsibility for this Mr. Personality meet Mr. Attitude individual who calls himself my grandson, Mason.
His mama claims she put him to bed the evening he turned 18 months old, a charming, obedient, eager to please toddler. He woke up the next day, with a few things on his mind, that he apparently had been trying to get out for a while now. The year and half age must have been the key that turned the lock. He woke up, as usual. It didn't take him long, Amy tells me, to enter into the new world of Independence. "NO. STOP IT. MINE. STOP, STOP."
"Mason, time to eat," as I put him in his chair and set the food in front of him. He just stares at it. You would think I was offering him a plate of snails, for goodness sake. "Here, Mason. Grandma made you oatmeal and a banana. The banana went to the floor very quickly. "No." he yells. Hmm. Well, OK, let's try this one: Mason, here is your other half of the banana. "NO," he yells as he flings it.
He is busy jabbering, apparently not pleased with his breakfast, is all I can think of? Maybe I should help him a bit. These kids need coaxing sometimes, right? Not. I pick up his spoon. "STOP IT." he yells at me. OK. I put the spoon down. He picks it up. He looks at me and it too, hits the floor. OK.
Let's try another around of banana. Now, Aunt Jana (na na) is home for the weekend. This is HER weekend with the baby. So, technically she was in charge, however, she also was told to STOP IT an awful lot that day. To continue..."Mama, Mason is smashing that banana into his ear." "WHAT?" I look over and the kids has a huge, I mean so huge that it covered his entire outer ear, chunk of banana that he has ground INTO his ear, and it guarding its removal by placing his hand over his ear. As I fish it out, Mason is yelling "NO, STOP IT" while Jana, who is suppose to be in charge, is laughing her butt off.
In the meantime, oatmeal is being flung about. What oatmeal did enter his mouth, apparently never made its way down his throat. No, he looks at me and slowly lets the oatmeal ooze out the side of his mouth, down his chin, and onto his tray, all while he looks at me and gives me that "I know you think I am cute, grandma," look. Then he grins, that little mouth showing his pearly white teeth. Damn it. I wasn't going to. I was determined in my most experienced, been there, done that life, that I wouldn't. Damn it. I did it. I laughed. I couldn't help it! There is just something about that grin, with those little, razor sharp pearlies gleaming, looking at me in pure delight with those beautiful eyes. I am sucker. A sucker for that grin. A sucker for those big eyes, just like his mama's eyes when she was that age. Oh, God help me when he is older and ask for toys at the store.
He wants to do everything by himself now. Or he decides he doesn't want to do it. Let's change your diaper. "NO." He runs off. Mason, time for a ba ba. "No." He runs off. Mason, let's take a bath. "No." "Play with me?" I ask, as I pick up some of his toys to help him. "STOP." he tells me. He is entering his own world of learning to entertain himself, trying to figure out how to make his toys do what HE wants them to do.
He climbs, he runs, he chases, he plays, he jabbers. He has no fear. What kid likes to go to time out? He does. He decides to put himself in there, because it must be cool in his mind to sit on the floor for 30 seconds or so with nothing to do. Amy said he just sits there like a good little boy, beaming at what a wonderful thing this is. His I can do it attitude is wonderful, and wonderfully funny at the same time.
Ok. I admit it. I had a blast. I think it is rather funny all this independence. The no's, stop and stop it that he has been known to mention a time or two. I loved just sitting back and watching how he interacts with his world on his terms. They need to do this. A necessary stage in their development. Trying to assert some control of their lives. I know these stages developmentally. But, this is funny! Really, really funny! His mama and daddy are in for the run of their lives with this one. I think I also may have met my match with this kid. Mr. Attitude has arrived and has met Mr. Personality. The two will now be tag teaming the parents and grandparents alike. We are done for. Toast. Totally screwed! It's so hard not to laugh when Mr. Personality meets Mr. Attitude.
It's those teeth. I know it.
His mama claims she put him to bed the evening he turned 18 months old, a charming, obedient, eager to please toddler. He woke up the next day, with a few things on his mind, that he apparently had been trying to get out for a while now. The year and half age must have been the key that turned the lock. He woke up, as usual. It didn't take him long, Amy tells me, to enter into the new world of Independence. "NO. STOP IT. MINE. STOP, STOP."
"Mason, time to eat," as I put him in his chair and set the food in front of him. He just stares at it. You would think I was offering him a plate of snails, for goodness sake. "Here, Mason. Grandma made you oatmeal and a banana. The banana went to the floor very quickly. "No." he yells. Hmm. Well, OK, let's try this one: Mason, here is your other half of the banana. "NO," he yells as he flings it.
He is busy jabbering, apparently not pleased with his breakfast, is all I can think of? Maybe I should help him a bit. These kids need coaxing sometimes, right? Not. I pick up his spoon. "STOP IT." he yells at me. OK. I put the spoon down. He picks it up. He looks at me and it too, hits the floor. OK.
Let's try another around of banana. Now, Aunt Jana (na na) is home for the weekend. This is HER weekend with the baby. So, technically she was in charge, however, she also was told to STOP IT an awful lot that day. To continue..."Mama, Mason is smashing that banana into his ear." "WHAT?" I look over and the kids has a huge, I mean so huge that it covered his entire outer ear, chunk of banana that he has ground INTO his ear, and it guarding its removal by placing his hand over his ear. As I fish it out, Mason is yelling "NO, STOP IT" while Jana, who is suppose to be in charge, is laughing her butt off.
In the meantime, oatmeal is being flung about. What oatmeal did enter his mouth, apparently never made its way down his throat. No, he looks at me and slowly lets the oatmeal ooze out the side of his mouth, down his chin, and onto his tray, all while he looks at me and gives me that "I know you think I am cute, grandma," look. Then he grins, that little mouth showing his pearly white teeth. Damn it. I wasn't going to. I was determined in my most experienced, been there, done that life, that I wouldn't. Damn it. I did it. I laughed. I couldn't help it! There is just something about that grin, with those little, razor sharp pearlies gleaming, looking at me in pure delight with those beautiful eyes. I am sucker. A sucker for that grin. A sucker for those big eyes, just like his mama's eyes when she was that age. Oh, God help me when he is older and ask for toys at the store.
He wants to do everything by himself now. Or he decides he doesn't want to do it. Let's change your diaper. "NO." He runs off. Mason, time for a ba ba. "No." He runs off. Mason, let's take a bath. "No." "Play with me?" I ask, as I pick up some of his toys to help him. "STOP." he tells me. He is entering his own world of learning to entertain himself, trying to figure out how to make his toys do what HE wants them to do.
He climbs, he runs, he chases, he plays, he jabbers. He has no fear. What kid likes to go to time out? He does. He decides to put himself in there, because it must be cool in his mind to sit on the floor for 30 seconds or so with nothing to do. Amy said he just sits there like a good little boy, beaming at what a wonderful thing this is. His I can do it attitude is wonderful, and wonderfully funny at the same time.
Ok. I admit it. I had a blast. I think it is rather funny all this independence. The no's, stop and stop it that he has been known to mention a time or two. I loved just sitting back and watching how he interacts with his world on his terms. They need to do this. A necessary stage in their development. Trying to assert some control of their lives. I know these stages developmentally. But, this is funny! Really, really funny! His mama and daddy are in for the run of their lives with this one. I think I also may have met my match with this kid. Mr. Attitude has arrived and has met Mr. Personality. The two will now be tag teaming the parents and grandparents alike. We are done for. Toast. Totally screwed! It's so hard not to laugh when Mr. Personality meets Mr. Attitude.
It's those teeth. I know it.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I Think He Likes this Going to the Relative's House
Mason is up to spend the night. Jana hasn't seen him for about 8 weeks and she sent a verbal request that Mason come join her at Grandma and Grandpa's house for the night. Jana is in extreme baby fixation mode. Basically, I was told not to "get in her way." She needs a Mason fix.
I let Jana go in first to pick up Mason, as I knew she wanted to have that moment of seeing if Mason would recognize her. It had been a while. However, they webcam as often as they can, 2-3 a week. Clearly Mason remembered his Nana. When I came into the house, Mason was sitting on Amy's lap, giggling, smiling and flirting with her. That makes me feel so good.
As we were driving up, I glanced in the back seat. The sun is shining in the window, just a few small strands, striking the top of Mason's eyes, forehead and head. As he has a grin of delight on his face, Mason's head is tilted back, eyes closed, clearly enjoying his moment of basking in the sun.
As this moment reminded me of how it feels to have the warmth of the sun on your face, my mind immediately jumped to summer. Then, the grandma mode set in quickly, the plotting began. I began to think of all the things that I would now be able to do with Mason that was not do-able last year. This summer there is no reason he cannot come up and spend the night much more often. He is eating well and growing like a weed. I have so much vacation time that I had saved just for this purpose. I am hoping to have him one day a week or one day every week and a half.
Now, I know this may be a feat that I will have to maneuver carefully. You see, he is at the age where every day is joyful, as they are so much fun as they head towards two. I know his mama and daddy are not going to want to miss a moment either. Hmm. It's a good thing I don't mind driving down there to watch him. Perhaps we can work something out...one night at Grandma's house, then the next "babysitting" will be at Masons. Yes, that will be a good plan.
Although Mason has only been here for a few hours, and is now taking a nap, one thing I have enjoyed the most is the look of delight on his face when he saw his Grandpa. He just stopped playing when he saw Grandpa enter the room. He stared and broke out into this huge grin and pointed at him. Then both Mason and Grandpa broke out into a large laugh at the same time. These two were clearly pleased to see one another.
Mason got grandpa's attention to follow him. Mason drifted towards the front closet, as if he knew something was over there he needed, but wasn't quite sure. So, grandpa opened the closet and Mason was in business. Out came the talking Tonka trucks, out came the little dog he pulls on the string, and out came the blocks. After a few minutes of admiring these, he set off to see the rest of the house. He would wander to a few rooms, check them out, appear to have found satisfaction with them, nod his little head and off to the next room. When it was time to check out the kitchen, Mason wasted no time. He wanted the pantry opened and the drawer were his sippy cups were. When all drawer had been emptied and a snack was had, Mason seemed approved of his time here. He smiled, squealed and off he went. I think he likes this relatives house.
Mason is developing a rather independent attitude. I got him a pair of Sketchers, the light up kind. A SWAT, Police style of shoe where the lights are red/blue like a cop car and they have little headlights. He has had them for a few weeks and I think he gets "it" now. He stomps his little feet as he walks so he can see them light up. So, when were were in the car, I noticed he was admiring his shoes. I reached over and grab his foot and said, "What do your shoes do, Mason?" "Do they light up?" as I began to gently wiggle his foot and swat at the bottom with my hand to get them to light up. "NO!" Mason yells. I laughed and said, "Stop it." Grandma is playing with you. To which Mr. Independent yells, yells mind you,"STOP IT." Wow-wa. What attitude. Don't touch his shoes, I guess.
My what fun is that attitude going to be? What fun will it be if I buy all the cool toys and you won't let me play with them? What fun will it be if I get you a swing set and you won't let me play on it with you? What fun will it be if we get a sandbox and you won't let grandma sit in it with you? We will need to work on this attitude. Grandma wants to have fun too!
Well,the little guy will be up soon and I had better sweep the floor again. How on earth the Cheerios managed to get smashed from one end of the kitchen to another, I will never figure it out. I couldn't figure it out when his mama was little either. So, I'm not holding out much hope for figuring it out now. No wisdom has come to this grandma yet. I swear these is banana on the floor also.
I should hurry. He will be up soon and I want to play with the Playdough we bought him. He had better share.
I let Jana go in first to pick up Mason, as I knew she wanted to have that moment of seeing if Mason would recognize her. It had been a while. However, they webcam as often as they can, 2-3 a week. Clearly Mason remembered his Nana. When I came into the house, Mason was sitting on Amy's lap, giggling, smiling and flirting with her. That makes me feel so good.
As we were driving up, I glanced in the back seat. The sun is shining in the window, just a few small strands, striking the top of Mason's eyes, forehead and head. As he has a grin of delight on his face, Mason's head is tilted back, eyes closed, clearly enjoying his moment of basking in the sun.
As this moment reminded me of how it feels to have the warmth of the sun on your face, my mind immediately jumped to summer. Then, the grandma mode set in quickly, the plotting began. I began to think of all the things that I would now be able to do with Mason that was not do-able last year. This summer there is no reason he cannot come up and spend the night much more often. He is eating well and growing like a weed. I have so much vacation time that I had saved just for this purpose. I am hoping to have him one day a week or one day every week and a half.
Now, I know this may be a feat that I will have to maneuver carefully. You see, he is at the age where every day is joyful, as they are so much fun as they head towards two. I know his mama and daddy are not going to want to miss a moment either. Hmm. It's a good thing I don't mind driving down there to watch him. Perhaps we can work something out...one night at Grandma's house, then the next "babysitting" will be at Masons. Yes, that will be a good plan.
Although Mason has only been here for a few hours, and is now taking a nap, one thing I have enjoyed the most is the look of delight on his face when he saw his Grandpa. He just stopped playing when he saw Grandpa enter the room. He stared and broke out into this huge grin and pointed at him. Then both Mason and Grandpa broke out into a large laugh at the same time. These two were clearly pleased to see one another.
Mason got grandpa's attention to follow him. Mason drifted towards the front closet, as if he knew something was over there he needed, but wasn't quite sure. So, grandpa opened the closet and Mason was in business. Out came the talking Tonka trucks, out came the little dog he pulls on the string, and out came the blocks. After a few minutes of admiring these, he set off to see the rest of the house. He would wander to a few rooms, check them out, appear to have found satisfaction with them, nod his little head and off to the next room. When it was time to check out the kitchen, Mason wasted no time. He wanted the pantry opened and the drawer were his sippy cups were. When all drawer had been emptied and a snack was had, Mason seemed approved of his time here. He smiled, squealed and off he went. I think he likes this relatives house.
Mason is developing a rather independent attitude. I got him a pair of Sketchers, the light up kind. A SWAT, Police style of shoe where the lights are red/blue like a cop car and they have little headlights. He has had them for a few weeks and I think he gets "it" now. He stomps his little feet as he walks so he can see them light up. So, when were were in the car, I noticed he was admiring his shoes. I reached over and grab his foot and said, "What do your shoes do, Mason?" "Do they light up?" as I began to gently wiggle his foot and swat at the bottom with my hand to get them to light up. "NO!" Mason yells. I laughed and said, "Stop it." Grandma is playing with you. To which Mr. Independent yells, yells mind you,"STOP IT." Wow-wa. What attitude. Don't touch his shoes, I guess.
My what fun is that attitude going to be? What fun will it be if I buy all the cool toys and you won't let me play with them? What fun will it be if I get you a swing set and you won't let me play on it with you? What fun will it be if we get a sandbox and you won't let grandma sit in it with you? We will need to work on this attitude. Grandma wants to have fun too!
Well,the little guy will be up soon and I had better sweep the floor again. How on earth the Cheerios managed to get smashed from one end of the kitchen to another, I will never figure it out. I couldn't figure it out when his mama was little either. So, I'm not holding out much hope for figuring it out now. No wisdom has come to this grandma yet. I swear these is banana on the floor also.
I should hurry. He will be up soon and I want to play with the Playdough we bought him. He had better share.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
My Baby Fix is Never Ending
Friday, February 6, 2009
Why it is that some women, especially those of us who are mothers, and now grandmothers, just cannot get enough of something I call the baby fix? My need for a baby fix is so bad that I would never turn down anyone who wants a few hours away. Simply put, I like children.
It seems like the time you spend with your child, or grandchild, in my case, just flies by. I know that those of us who have older children have often been known to say"Where have the years gone?" "I can remember, just like it was yesterday...." Those words were uttered from my mouth many times of the years, as my daughters entered school and especially when they graduated from college and left our nest to create nests of their own. It seems like yesterday...
Well, I know find myself saying that about my Grandson, Mason. I can spend hours with Mason, have him all to myself even, but when his mama and daddy come to pick him up, I want to say, "No. Just a few more hours. Don't take him yet." "I haven't had enough time." Other times, I think, "Just one more diaper change, one more bottle, one more game of "tickle, tickle", "one more smile and laugh" then I'll give him back." I just simply hate to see him leave.
Am I greedy? Should I feel bad about this? Why am do I feel this way? My daughter and son-in-law certainly will let us see him whenever we want. We visit at their house, and they visit at ours. Our relationship is fantastic. They call and invite us down. We call and invite them up. I know the doors are always open for us. However, sometimes it just does not feel like enough. My baby fix has not been satisfied. Are there other grandmas out there who feel the same as I do?
Perhaps my "give me the baby" syndrome is because Mason is my first? Adding to that, could it be that he is just an infant? Perhaps it is because he is an infant. Perhaps it is because I love watching him discover his world. It never fails to amaze me how fascinating a baby finds his fingers. How wondrous it is to see mason watch the lighted face of the Glo Worm,which sings the same thing over and over and over again. Who would have thought that pushing a button over and over again would be such fun? How beautiful to watch him as he looks at my face and smiles. He is simply amazing.
I know I watched my own daughters as they developed from a newborn baby, to an infant, then into little girls and so on.. However, looking back, did I really watch them like I watch Mason? Did I devote enough time to each individual stage? Did I wonder at the stages as I do his? It seems like as the mom of a new baby, then the mom of a new baby and a toddler, I was so busy. Busy doing things good mamas do: the dishes, laundry, taking care of the girls, and just simply doing all those necessary things to keep a home safe, healthy and happy.
I thought I watched my girl's closely at each stage and I was sure I would be able to recall all those wonderful moments in the discovery of their world. I was right, and I was wrong. I cannot seem to recall the exact time frame, get the picture back into my head, that they crawled. Oh, I know how old they were. I have pictures, but, I cannot relive that exact feeling I had at that time. I miss that. Does this make sense to anyone other than me?
When I think of all the things that Mason has done and will do, I want to catch them all, individually and collectively. I want to catch each smile, giggle, each new discovery and store them away to drag out for future use. I want to capture these moments in my heart and in pictures, and save the wonderful pleasure he creates and brings to our family, and will bring with the future. I want to have the memories of each stage he develops into and take these with me along my grandma journey.
All this brings me back to my original dilemma: How soon will it be until I see him again? When can I get my next baby fix?
Why it is that some women, especially those of us who are mothers, and now grandmothers, just cannot get enough of something I call the baby fix? My need for a baby fix is so bad that I would never turn down anyone who wants a few hours away. Simply put, I like children.
It seems like the time you spend with your child, or grandchild, in my case, just flies by. I know that those of us who have older children have often been known to say"Where have the years gone?" "I can remember, just like it was yesterday...." Those words were uttered from my mouth many times of the years, as my daughters entered school and especially when they graduated from college and left our nest to create nests of their own. It seems like yesterday...
Well, I know find myself saying that about my Grandson, Mason. I can spend hours with Mason, have him all to myself even, but when his mama and daddy come to pick him up, I want to say, "No. Just a few more hours. Don't take him yet." "I haven't had enough time." Other times, I think, "Just one more diaper change, one more bottle, one more game of "tickle, tickle", "one more smile and laugh" then I'll give him back." I just simply hate to see him leave.
Am I greedy? Should I feel bad about this? Why am do I feel this way? My daughter and son-in-law certainly will let us see him whenever we want. We visit at their house, and they visit at ours. Our relationship is fantastic. They call and invite us down. We call and invite them up. I know the doors are always open for us. However, sometimes it just does not feel like enough. My baby fix has not been satisfied. Are there other grandmas out there who feel the same as I do?
Perhaps my "give me the baby" syndrome is because Mason is my first? Adding to that, could it be that he is just an infant? Perhaps it is because he is an infant. Perhaps it is because I love watching him discover his world. It never fails to amaze me how fascinating a baby finds his fingers. How wondrous it is to see mason watch the lighted face of the Glo Worm,which sings the same thing over and over and over again. Who would have thought that pushing a button over and over again would be such fun? How beautiful to watch him as he looks at my face and smiles. He is simply amazing.
I know I watched my own daughters as they developed from a newborn baby, to an infant, then into little girls and so on.. However, looking back, did I really watch them like I watch Mason? Did I devote enough time to each individual stage? Did I wonder at the stages as I do his? It seems like as the mom of a new baby, then the mom of a new baby and a toddler, I was so busy. Busy doing things good mamas do: the dishes, laundry, taking care of the girls, and just simply doing all those necessary things to keep a home safe, healthy and happy.
I thought I watched my girl's closely at each stage and I was sure I would be able to recall all those wonderful moments in the discovery of their world. I was right, and I was wrong. I cannot seem to recall the exact time frame, get the picture back into my head, that they crawled. Oh, I know how old they were. I have pictures, but, I cannot relive that exact feeling I had at that time. I miss that. Does this make sense to anyone other than me?
When I think of all the things that Mason has done and will do, I want to catch them all, individually and collectively. I want to catch each smile, giggle, each new discovery and store them away to drag out for future use. I want to capture these moments in my heart and in pictures, and save the wonderful pleasure he creates and brings to our family, and will bring with the future. I want to have the memories of each stage he develops into and take these with me along my grandma journey.
All this brings me back to my original dilemma: How soon will it be until I see him again? When can I get my next baby fix?
Can I Keep Him?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Can I Keep Him?
Our home was one place of pure bliss this past weekend. Amy and Matt had a commitment, Matt's sister graduated from GVSU (congrats, Sara) and they needed to be in Grand Rapids bright and early Saturday morning. Sara's immediate family were attending graduation, minus one important item...Mason.
I bet you can guess where Mason was, can't you? This was our first "official" overnight er with Mason. I was ecstatic. The baby, all to myself. Ok, I had to share, but it was wonderful. The little guy is crawling, his first week of doing so. He was rather poky at it, but he can crawl.
I spent the prior week beginning the baby proofing of our home. I removed all sharp objects (no, not knives) from the bottom drawers and replaced them with paper products, which I am sure he will find in no time, not to mention shred! I vacuumed every inch of the living room, dusted the room he would sleep in, checked the corners for anything I may have missed. Whew! This baby proofing is hard work!
Even with my careful planning, Mason was sure to find something, I was sure. Didn't take him long, no indeed. He found a small piece of thread, a crumb or two (even with my careful sweeping, grr), and the cord to the lamp. This was all within 30 minutes of his awakening Saturday morning. That little guy may crawl slowly, but he finds things fast!
What a great time Dennis, Jana and I had with him. We kept him so occupied playing with us (he so nicely cooperated with our plans) I don't think he had time to miss his mama and daddy. Other than day care and a few hours at a time, Mason hadn't been away from his parents since he came home from the hospital in October. I certainly understand that. What a long, stressful road. Anyway, I did worry that the unfamiliar surrounding would give him cause for alarm, but no worries there. He was too busy.
Busy trying to crawl on the hardwood floors. Now that is a funny sight. One could see the confusion in his eyes once he made it onto the hardwood, but sort of just "spun" his wheels. We took his socks off to give him an advantage, which seemed to help. However, he never ventured more than a few feet. He was too busy. Busy feeling the difference in the texture between the carpeting and the wood floor. Busy giving his grandpa the "stare down." Busy laughing with Aunt Jana. Ok, Mason, out with it. You like her best, don't cha, baby boy!
He didn't need to go too far to find something to play with. Who would have thought the cracks in the wood flooring would be so entertaining? The screw that holds the railing of the kitchen stools was very fascinating also. His little finger traced that screw over and over again. You could see his mind and eyes absorbing the sight and texture of these new discoveries.
What a great, great weekend we had. You may remember my first post where I mentioned when he was here, and his parents would leave with him, I would internally cry, "don't go, I'm not done with him yet." While I did not leap for joy when he left, it somehow was different this time. I think it was knowing that he did ok, did well actually, eating and sleeping while he was with us that made all the difference. I felt really contented when his mama and daddy arrived. Dennis and I (and Jana, I am sure) just were relieved that all had gone well, and that his mama and daddy didn't have to feel sad and guilty that their little guy did not do well without them. They would be happy that their baby is doing so well with new situations. That was a wonderful, joyous feeling.
Hm.. This successful overnighter was a hit, I think all would agree. Perhaps they could go out again soon, and leave him here, overnight of course. Perhaps if they do, Amy and Matt would get their first full nights sleep in 8 months. Perhaps it won't storm and keep them up all night like it did the night Mason was here.
Perhaps it won't storm this weekend or the next. When you are ready, so am I. I'm ready for another baby fix.
Can I Keep Him?
Our home was one place of pure bliss this past weekend. Amy and Matt had a commitment, Matt's sister graduated from GVSU (congrats, Sara) and they needed to be in Grand Rapids bright and early Saturday morning. Sara's immediate family were attending graduation, minus one important item...Mason.
I bet you can guess where Mason was, can't you? This was our first "official" overnight er with Mason. I was ecstatic. The baby, all to myself. Ok, I had to share, but it was wonderful. The little guy is crawling, his first week of doing so. He was rather poky at it, but he can crawl.
I spent the prior week beginning the baby proofing of our home. I removed all sharp objects (no, not knives) from the bottom drawers and replaced them with paper products, which I am sure he will find in no time, not to mention shred! I vacuumed every inch of the living room, dusted the room he would sleep in, checked the corners for anything I may have missed. Whew! This baby proofing is hard work!
Even with my careful planning, Mason was sure to find something, I was sure. Didn't take him long, no indeed. He found a small piece of thread, a crumb or two (even with my careful sweeping, grr), and the cord to the lamp. This was all within 30 minutes of his awakening Saturday morning. That little guy may crawl slowly, but he finds things fast!
What a great time Dennis, Jana and I had with him. We kept him so occupied playing with us (he so nicely cooperated with our plans) I don't think he had time to miss his mama and daddy. Other than day care and a few hours at a time, Mason hadn't been away from his parents since he came home from the hospital in October. I certainly understand that. What a long, stressful road. Anyway, I did worry that the unfamiliar surrounding would give him cause for alarm, but no worries there. He was too busy.
Busy trying to crawl on the hardwood floors. Now that is a funny sight. One could see the confusion in his eyes once he made it onto the hardwood, but sort of just "spun" his wheels. We took his socks off to give him an advantage, which seemed to help. However, he never ventured more than a few feet. He was too busy. Busy feeling the difference in the texture between the carpeting and the wood floor. Busy giving his grandpa the "stare down." Busy laughing with Aunt Jana. Ok, Mason, out with it. You like her best, don't cha, baby boy!
He didn't need to go too far to find something to play with. Who would have thought the cracks in the wood flooring would be so entertaining? The screw that holds the railing of the kitchen stools was very fascinating also. His little finger traced that screw over and over again. You could see his mind and eyes absorbing the sight and texture of these new discoveries.
What a great, great weekend we had. You may remember my first post where I mentioned when he was here, and his parents would leave with him, I would internally cry, "don't go, I'm not done with him yet." While I did not leap for joy when he left, it somehow was different this time. I think it was knowing that he did ok, did well actually, eating and sleeping while he was with us that made all the difference. I felt really contented when his mama and daddy arrived. Dennis and I (and Jana, I am sure) just were relieved that all had gone well, and that his mama and daddy didn't have to feel sad and guilty that their little guy did not do well without them. They would be happy that their baby is doing so well with new situations. That was a wonderful, joyous feeling.
Hm.. This successful overnighter was a hit, I think all would agree. Perhaps they could go out again soon, and leave him here, overnight of course. Perhaps if they do, Amy and Matt would get their first full nights sleep in 8 months. Perhaps it won't storm and keep them up all night like it did the night Mason was here.
Perhaps it won't storm this weekend or the next. When you are ready, so am I. I'm ready for another baby fix.
Baby Communication
Sunday, April 12, 2009
This Easter Holiday found me with a slight problem: Two cute babies! Woo Hoo! Which one to hold first? This is the dilemma I pondered as we drove the 1/2 hour to our good friends house. The grandchild? After all, he is my baby boy. Or should I hold the little girl, Lydia, who is just one month younger than Mason? I don't see her often and she is ds darn cute! Oh, what should I do?
If I grab Lydia first, what will my daughter think? If I grab Mason first, what will Lydia's mama think? Well, I'm pretty smart. I'll play it by ear and grab whatever one is closest to me. I NEED a baby fix. Doesn't matter that I saw Mason just yesterday. He is so cute! Here's the plan. I'll grab one, love him or her up. Then I'll pass that one one and grab the other. Hmm. I have two arms. Maybe I can hold both of them at the same time. Yes, that will be the plan. I'll try for them both!
We arrive and I am greeting by my little nieces I haven't seen in a while. They were happy to see me. That was sweet! In the house I go, eager to see the babies also. But wait, what's this? They are already taken when I get there! What the heck? "Umm, Hello, ladies...Sherry's here!" What? A news flash for me? The babies are not just awaiting for Grandma Sherry/Aunt Sherry to come and give them some kisses? They have not been anticipating this moment all day long? No? Are you sure? You're sure! Nope, neither baby could care less if I was within their sight, crossed their line of vision, or even gave me a, "Oh, hello. It's you." What a good thing.
Yes, it is a good thing. It means that those babies were surrounded by people who were also so excited to see them and be a part of their lives for that one moment. My niece Lisa couldn't wait to get her hands on Mason. She has spoken of it often this week. In fact, she was holding him when I arrived. He looked quite content. My daughter, Amy, was holding Lydia and she also looked quite content. In fact, all were looking quite content.
What a blessed sight to see two beautiful, healthy babies. What a happy day when your family gathers and the home is filled with laughter and love...and babies and children. That is what makes the gatherings memorable. One of the best moments of the day wasn't the great meal that was prepared. It was watching two infants communicate with one another. Communicate in that baby way that we adults have absolutely no idea what they are saying and we never will.
Mason and Lydia, who are just seven weeks apart, would squeal to one another, reaching out to grab the toy the other was holding. However, the best is those grins, those famous baby smiles to each other. You know what I mean, don't you? The mouths are open as far as they can go! Sort of like going to the dentist and they put those mouth guards in that hold your mouth wide open. Then they talk. Oh, boy did they talk.
Here is an example of their communication: Lydia had her head thrown back, mouth wide open, kicking her feet, her eyes twinkling, screeching at Mason, while Mason's mouth was wide open, screeching back (in their own special language,) his eyes shining and he reaches out and grabs hold of Lydia's clothes and pulls. I swear Lydia laughed and Mason giggled. Not to be outdone, Lydia reaches over to Mason and quick as a wink, sends her arm out and grabs the toy Mason is holding. Mason screeches, and so does Lydia, while she sucks on his toy. Then they giggle. Isn't that cute? They are communicating already. Becoming good friends. That's so sweet, isn't it? They are communicating, playing, sharing even.
Oh, the games are starting early with those two. I can see into the future. We will have to keep an eye (or two) on these kids. Yeck, I think it will take all those present to watch these two cuties. They'll be getting into a lot of trouble together at gatherings, I believe. Plotting revenge on their evil parents for all the alleged wrongs that have been done to them. Or scheming on how to trick their parents into letting them eat dessert first. Teaching one another new ways to get what they want. Playing house, mimicking their role models. Oh my word, even worse yet, playing doctor! There is communication in that, isn't there? Oh no! Maybe all this baby communication is not so good after all!
This Easter Holiday found me with a slight problem: Two cute babies! Woo Hoo! Which one to hold first? This is the dilemma I pondered as we drove the 1/2 hour to our good friends house. The grandchild? After all, he is my baby boy. Or should I hold the little girl, Lydia, who is just one month younger than Mason? I don't see her often and she is ds darn cute! Oh, what should I do?
If I grab Lydia first, what will my daughter think? If I grab Mason first, what will Lydia's mama think? Well, I'm pretty smart. I'll play it by ear and grab whatever one is closest to me. I NEED a baby fix. Doesn't matter that I saw Mason just yesterday. He is so cute! Here's the plan. I'll grab one, love him or her up. Then I'll pass that one one and grab the other. Hmm. I have two arms. Maybe I can hold both of them at the same time. Yes, that will be the plan. I'll try for them both!
We arrive and I am greeting by my little nieces I haven't seen in a while. They were happy to see me. That was sweet! In the house I go, eager to see the babies also. But wait, what's this? They are already taken when I get there! What the heck? "Umm, Hello, ladies...Sherry's here!" What? A news flash for me? The babies are not just awaiting for Grandma Sherry/Aunt Sherry to come and give them some kisses? They have not been anticipating this moment all day long? No? Are you sure? You're sure! Nope, neither baby could care less if I was within their sight, crossed their line of vision, or even gave me a, "Oh, hello. It's you." What a good thing.
Yes, it is a good thing. It means that those babies were surrounded by people who were also so excited to see them and be a part of their lives for that one moment. My niece Lisa couldn't wait to get her hands on Mason. She has spoken of it often this week. In fact, she was holding him when I arrived. He looked quite content. My daughter, Amy, was holding Lydia and she also looked quite content. In fact, all were looking quite content.
What a blessed sight to see two beautiful, healthy babies. What a happy day when your family gathers and the home is filled with laughter and love...and babies and children. That is what makes the gatherings memorable. One of the best moments of the day wasn't the great meal that was prepared. It was watching two infants communicate with one another. Communicate in that baby way that we adults have absolutely no idea what they are saying and we never will.
Mason and Lydia, who are just seven weeks apart, would squeal to one another, reaching out to grab the toy the other was holding. However, the best is those grins, those famous baby smiles to each other. You know what I mean, don't you? The mouths are open as far as they can go! Sort of like going to the dentist and they put those mouth guards in that hold your mouth wide open. Then they talk. Oh, boy did they talk.
Here is an example of their communication: Lydia had her head thrown back, mouth wide open, kicking her feet, her eyes twinkling, screeching at Mason, while Mason's mouth was wide open, screeching back (in their own special language,) his eyes shining and he reaches out and grabs hold of Lydia's clothes and pulls. I swear Lydia laughed and Mason giggled. Not to be outdone, Lydia reaches over to Mason and quick as a wink, sends her arm out and grabs the toy Mason is holding. Mason screeches, and so does Lydia, while she sucks on his toy. Then they giggle. Isn't that cute? They are communicating already. Becoming good friends. That's so sweet, isn't it? They are communicating, playing, sharing even.
Oh, the games are starting early with those two. I can see into the future. We will have to keep an eye (or two) on these kids. Yeck, I think it will take all those present to watch these two cuties. They'll be getting into a lot of trouble together at gatherings, I believe. Plotting revenge on their evil parents for all the alleged wrongs that have been done to them. Or scheming on how to trick their parents into letting them eat dessert first. Teaching one another new ways to get what they want. Playing house, mimicking their role models. Oh my word, even worse yet, playing doctor! There is communication in that, isn't there? Oh no! Maybe all this baby communication is not so good after all!
Am I at the Golden Age Now?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
How do you know when you are old, also known as the "golden years?" Is it when a certain age strikes? Are the numbers 50 the ones that proclaim you into "old" person status. Maybe old is defined by another number such as 59 1/2, or 63. After all, isn't that the age you must become in order to withdraw funds from your IRA/401K or perhaps receive Social Security benefits?
Is old defined by a child younger than the age of 15, who looks at you and takes great delight in saying, "You are as old as my grandmother." WHAT, little kid? I am as old as some of the moms who still have kids in high school, buddy, and MY kids are in their twenties. I would love to responded, "Maybe YOUR mom is old, rugrat, I am not." But, that is not nice, is it?
Could it be when you look into your magic mirror, only to discover it is not magical anymore, as a wrinkle appears? A WRINKLE? No that is not a wrinkle. No, surely the mirror has a crack. Would you know you are old when your foundation seeps into the little, bitty lines on your face and stays cemented into them. as if it is glue, holding your face together. Are you old when you smile and your eyes get those "character" creases?
Are you consider old when you are a grandmother? Is that the status one must achieve to be declared old? I have decided that I am not old. No sir, not old at all. I am just entering my Golden Years. Yep. I think of the Golden years as not those which occur after your retirement, but those that happen during the time span where you children move away and you get the joy of becoming a grandparent. Yep indeed. These will be the Golden Years of my life. The years I will be able to bend my knees and crawl around on the floor (let along get up). The time that I will be able to afford to take my darling grandchildren (I'm sure there will be more) shopping and out to eat frequently. The years I can buy them all sort of things that make noise, take up precious space in their home, buy them things I know their parents are procrastinating about and drive their parents nuts with the years of hearing their darling offspring cry, "I want to go to Grandma Sherry's house." "She LOOOOVVVVVEEESSSS me the best" they will declare in a great big, dramatic voice.
Yes, please sign me up for the Golden Age. I"ll wait and declare myself older when I can't get up off the floor after chasing a crawling baby.
How do you know when you are old, also known as the "golden years?" Is it when a certain age strikes? Are the numbers 50 the ones that proclaim you into "old" person status. Maybe old is defined by another number such as 59 1/2, or 63. After all, isn't that the age you must become in order to withdraw funds from your IRA/401K or perhaps receive Social Security benefits?
Is old defined by a child younger than the age of 15, who looks at you and takes great delight in saying, "You are as old as my grandmother." WHAT, little kid? I am as old as some of the moms who still have kids in high school, buddy, and MY kids are in their twenties. I would love to responded, "Maybe YOUR mom is old, rugrat, I am not." But, that is not nice, is it?
Could it be when you look into your magic mirror, only to discover it is not magical anymore, as a wrinkle appears? A WRINKLE? No that is not a wrinkle. No, surely the mirror has a crack. Would you know you are old when your foundation seeps into the little, bitty lines on your face and stays cemented into them. as if it is glue, holding your face together. Are you old when you smile and your eyes get those "character" creases?
Are you consider old when you are a grandmother? Is that the status one must achieve to be declared old? I have decided that I am not old. No sir, not old at all. I am just entering my Golden Years. Yep. I think of the Golden years as not those which occur after your retirement, but those that happen during the time span where you children move away and you get the joy of becoming a grandparent. Yep indeed. These will be the Golden Years of my life. The years I will be able to bend my knees and crawl around on the floor (let along get up). The time that I will be able to afford to take my darling grandchildren (I'm sure there will be more) shopping and out to eat frequently. The years I can buy them all sort of things that make noise, take up precious space in their home, buy them things I know their parents are procrastinating about and drive their parents nuts with the years of hearing their darling offspring cry, "I want to go to Grandma Sherry's house." "She LOOOOVVVVVEEESSSS me the best" they will declare in a great big, dramatic voice.
Yes, please sign me up for the Golden Age. I"ll wait and declare myself older when I can't get up off the floor after chasing a crawling baby.
Looking Back on the First year Tears and Laughter
Friday, September 4, 2009
Looking Back On the First Year: Tears and Laughter
I got up early this morning so that I could post a message to my daughter, Amy, her son Mason and my youngest daughter, Jana. I must start by saying how proud I am of all three of you. Each of you have overcome a year filled with so much stress and trials.
Amy: Your amaze me. This year you have been put through so much. I will never forget that day that Mason was born. While this is something that you often hear moms and dads say, mamas of daughters who give birth are entitled to say this also. No matter what anyone would have told me, I never could have understood the emotions that poured through me the day you were in labor: happiness (that I was going to be a grandmother), happiness that you were going to experience the joys that I have had the privilege to have, and yet fear was there also. My oldest baby girl was going through something stressful and painful and I could not take it away nor help. I so badly wanted to be in that room, not during the birth, but just encouraging you. But, I know that it is your wonderful husband's job and privilege to do that. My feelings are one of those "mom things."
I could write page after page of how proud of you I am, what a great mom you are: a fighter for your baby, tender, compassionate and such. However, you know how I feel. I love you.
You are blessed with a wonderful, caring husband. It never fails to amaze me how much he loves you and that little boy. Your son is lucky to have a daddy that adores him and cares about his well being as much as his mama. Sometimes that doesn't happen in life. I love you.
Jana: You astound me. This year has been packed full of many emotions and trails for you. The birth of your first nephew. I remember how excited you were to become an aunt. That little boy adores you. He can tell how much you love him. He just beams when you walk into the room. While I often tease you (and I am teasing you) to stay away, it pleases me to see how much joy your bring to him. I have this feeling that two of you will be amazing buddies as he grows.
Your first year of teaching was filled with so much stress. Leaving Mason and Amy that day in August must of been so difficult for you. Not having a place that was ready to move into was difficult for you, I know. Daddy and I felt terrible that we could not help you. You were wonderfully understanding, as you knew how important it was to be here for Amy and Matt. Your first week of PD days and school were so difficult due to Mason's struggles, and your wanting to be there to help your big sister. Amy (and we) know where your heart was the first 6 weeks of his life, even though you were not able to be here. First year teaching, while you are so good at it, is difficult. The joy and excitement you felt was evident.
I am so proud of you. You are an amazing teacher. While I am not a teacher myself, I see them every day and understand the joys and struggles they endure on a daily basis. You have overcame a difficult first year. Your post on your blog regarding your first year made me cry and made me proud. If there was anyone who was created to teach children with needs, it is you. Your sense of humor will carry you far in this field. Your love and determination for these kids will really make a difference. Perhaps you will not see it now, but these kids will remember you many years from now. You are simply put: fantastic. I love you.
Mason: Wow. Sometimes just thinking of you makes me teary. Last time I spent the day watching you, as I was simply holding you on my lack and kissing your little head, all the emotions I had this year for your safety and well being, my love, just came pouring out. Sorry grandma cried like a baby while I held you. Your little face looking at me while I cried was so sweet: I know you were thinking, "hTis lady is crazy." Yet you just smiled at me, a bit in puzzlement. Then off my lap you went, bringing me a book to read, as if you were telling me, "buck it up lady. I'm fine." I am just so thankful to have you in my life. All I am going to say to you are two things: I love you and you are blessed to have great parents.
Well, Grandma has to go. I'm on my way to see you. 9 hours of having you all to myself. Mmmm. Pure heaven coming up in one hour.
Off to get my baby fix.
Looking Back On the First Year: Tears and Laughter
I got up early this morning so that I could post a message to my daughter, Amy, her son Mason and my youngest daughter, Jana. I must start by saying how proud I am of all three of you. Each of you have overcome a year filled with so much stress and trials.
Amy: Your amaze me. This year you have been put through so much. I will never forget that day that Mason was born. While this is something that you often hear moms and dads say, mamas of daughters who give birth are entitled to say this also. No matter what anyone would have told me, I never could have understood the emotions that poured through me the day you were in labor: happiness (that I was going to be a grandmother), happiness that you were going to experience the joys that I have had the privilege to have, and yet fear was there also. My oldest baby girl was going through something stressful and painful and I could not take it away nor help. I so badly wanted to be in that room, not during the birth, but just encouraging you. But, I know that it is your wonderful husband's job and privilege to do that. My feelings are one of those "mom things."
I could write page after page of how proud of you I am, what a great mom you are: a fighter for your baby, tender, compassionate and such. However, you know how I feel. I love you.
You are blessed with a wonderful, caring husband. It never fails to amaze me how much he loves you and that little boy. Your son is lucky to have a daddy that adores him and cares about his well being as much as his mama. Sometimes that doesn't happen in life. I love you.
Jana: You astound me. This year has been packed full of many emotions and trails for you. The birth of your first nephew. I remember how excited you were to become an aunt. That little boy adores you. He can tell how much you love him. He just beams when you walk into the room. While I often tease you (and I am teasing you) to stay away, it pleases me to see how much joy your bring to him. I have this feeling that two of you will be amazing buddies as he grows.
Your first year of teaching was filled with so much stress. Leaving Mason and Amy that day in August must of been so difficult for you. Not having a place that was ready to move into was difficult for you, I know. Daddy and I felt terrible that we could not help you. You were wonderfully understanding, as you knew how important it was to be here for Amy and Matt. Your first week of PD days and school were so difficult due to Mason's struggles, and your wanting to be there to help your big sister. Amy (and we) know where your heart was the first 6 weeks of his life, even though you were not able to be here. First year teaching, while you are so good at it, is difficult. The joy and excitement you felt was evident.
I am so proud of you. You are an amazing teacher. While I am not a teacher myself, I see them every day and understand the joys and struggles they endure on a daily basis. You have overcame a difficult first year. Your post on your blog regarding your first year made me cry and made me proud. If there was anyone who was created to teach children with needs, it is you. Your sense of humor will carry you far in this field. Your love and determination for these kids will really make a difference. Perhaps you will not see it now, but these kids will remember you many years from now. You are simply put: fantastic. I love you.
Mason: Wow. Sometimes just thinking of you makes me teary. Last time I spent the day watching you, as I was simply holding you on my lack and kissing your little head, all the emotions I had this year for your safety and well being, my love, just came pouring out. Sorry grandma cried like a baby while I held you. Your little face looking at me while I cried was so sweet: I know you were thinking, "hTis lady is crazy." Yet you just smiled at me, a bit in puzzlement. Then off my lap you went, bringing me a book to read, as if you were telling me, "buck it up lady. I'm fine." I am just so thankful to have you in my life. All I am going to say to you are two things: I love you and you are blessed to have great parents.
Well, Grandma has to go. I'm on my way to see you. 9 hours of having you all to myself. Mmmm. Pure heaven coming up in one hour.
Off to get my baby fix.
Saturday is Coming
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Do you remember the excitement when you were a school child and you look forward to Saturdays? Perhaps you were excited to sleep in? Most of my childhood friends were excited for Saturday as it meant they could watch cartoons all morning long. This mind numbing event made their parents most happy as they could throw a box of dried cereal on the counter and let the kids run rampant through the house, while they themselves slept in.
Now that I am officially "older" I look forward to Saturdays for a many reason, none of which involve cartoons, at this point. I can sleep in. I may also drink coffee leisurely while I surf the internet. It doesn't matter if I am not wearing makeup or my hair is sticking up in very odd angles. No one will see me.
The most important reason I look forward to Saturdays these past few months is that I can get spend a few hours with Mason. My daughter and her husband know how important we believe it is to bond with our new grandson. They so very nicely open up their home sometime during the weekends.
Now, I am sure there may be times when they would rather just be along and not have company. After all, when you work all week, you don't really want to entertain anyone. Sometimes you just want to be alone. However, they often look at this as an opportunity to get out of the house and spend a few quality hours together, without a baby on their hip. This coming Saturday is one of those times they want to go out. So, off we will go to spend an entire afternoon and evening spoiling our grand baby, as they have "date" night.
They need to go out and we want them to also. Perhaps they would go out more often if we bought them dinner? Purchased their movie tickets? Hmm. There is a good thought.
Do you remember the excitement when you were a school child and you look forward to Saturdays? Perhaps you were excited to sleep in? Most of my childhood friends were excited for Saturday as it meant they could watch cartoons all morning long. This mind numbing event made their parents most happy as they could throw a box of dried cereal on the counter and let the kids run rampant through the house, while they themselves slept in.
Now that I am officially "older" I look forward to Saturdays for a many reason, none of which involve cartoons, at this point. I can sleep in. I may also drink coffee leisurely while I surf the internet. It doesn't matter if I am not wearing makeup or my hair is sticking up in very odd angles. No one will see me.
The most important reason I look forward to Saturdays these past few months is that I can get spend a few hours with Mason. My daughter and her husband know how important we believe it is to bond with our new grandson. They so very nicely open up their home sometime during the weekends.
Now, I am sure there may be times when they would rather just be along and not have company. After all, when you work all week, you don't really want to entertain anyone. Sometimes you just want to be alone. However, they often look at this as an opportunity to get out of the house and spend a few quality hours together, without a baby on their hip. This coming Saturday is one of those times they want to go out. So, off we will go to spend an entire afternoon and evening spoiling our grand baby, as they have "date" night.
They need to go out and we want them to also. Perhaps they would go out more often if we bought them dinner? Purchased their movie tickets? Hmm. There is a good thought.
Need a Fix
May 6, 2009
Dear baby boy:
Come to grandma. I know I just laid eyes, and a kiss or two, upon you Saturday. It was heavenly to get a smile and a smooch from you. Ok, maybe you are really not kissing me, but I will continue on with my grand illusions. However, I miss you.
Until you arrived, I had no idea what it would mean emotionally to have a grandchild. Physically, I knew what I wanted it to be...shopping, kisses, hugs, toys, and so forth. Emotionally, not a clue. I read once before you were here, that having a grandchild is like falling in love with your children, all over again, and that it can't really be explained. That it must be felt. That thought is so true. To try to put into words how much I love you...I can't. Neither can your grandpa. We just simply "love you." I Weadore being a grandma and grandpa and feel blessed to get to share your life.
You must be excited to know that your mama is having her first Mother's Day. I'm happyfor her also. When your mama was born it was the day before Mother's Day. So, on Mother's day, when I awoke, my first thought was, "It's Mother's Day and I am a mama." I was so thrilled that at 5:00 in the am, I got out of bed and walked down the hallway to the nursery to see your mama. Of course, it took me forever to get there and I was scolded by the nurses for venturing out without assistance, but I had to see your mama. She was so cute!
As your mama was expecting you, I knew she would be in for so much joy. Every day that goes by I know how much she cherishes you, and how deeper her love grows, and how much joy you bring to her life. I know this because that is how I feel about my children also, not matter how old they are.
I will always keep all the Mother's Days that came after my first in my memories to be taken out and treasured. However, that first one is something that I will always cherish. To think that God gave me a baby to love and watch over was a wonderful gift. Often we think of Mother's Day as a day to honor moms. Sometimes I think it should be a day that mamas express gratitude for being allowed the honor of having children. I can only imagine how excited your mama is to experience her first Mother's Day. (Don't worry. I'm sure your daddy found something special for your mama. Grandma's just afraid your mama's birthday and mother's day present won't arrive on time.)
Happy 1st Mother's Day, Amy. And happy memory day for me as each Mother's Day, I pull out that memory.
Grandma will see you on Mother's Day and sneak in a little cuddle time. I need a serious baby fix. Perhaps I will take a day off soon and come to your house and spend the day with you. Hmm. 8 hours of a baby fix. Sigh
Dear baby boy:
Come to grandma. I know I just laid eyes, and a kiss or two, upon you Saturday. It was heavenly to get a smile and a smooch from you. Ok, maybe you are really not kissing me, but I will continue on with my grand illusions. However, I miss you.
Until you arrived, I had no idea what it would mean emotionally to have a grandchild. Physically, I knew what I wanted it to be...shopping, kisses, hugs, toys, and so forth. Emotionally, not a clue. I read once before you were here, that having a grandchild is like falling in love with your children, all over again, and that it can't really be explained. That it must be felt. That thought is so true. To try to put into words how much I love you...I can't. Neither can your grandpa. We just simply "love you." I Weadore being a grandma and grandpa and feel blessed to get to share your life.
You must be excited to know that your mama is having her first Mother's Day. I'm happyfor her also. When your mama was born it was the day before Mother's Day. So, on Mother's day, when I awoke, my first thought was, "It's Mother's Day and I am a mama." I was so thrilled that at 5:00 in the am, I got out of bed and walked down the hallway to the nursery to see your mama. Of course, it took me forever to get there and I was scolded by the nurses for venturing out without assistance, but I had to see your mama. She was so cute!
As your mama was expecting you, I knew she would be in for so much joy. Every day that goes by I know how much she cherishes you, and how deeper her love grows, and how much joy you bring to her life. I know this because that is how I feel about my children also, not matter how old they are.
I will always keep all the Mother's Days that came after my first in my memories to be taken out and treasured. However, that first one is something that I will always cherish. To think that God gave me a baby to love and watch over was a wonderful gift. Often we think of Mother's Day as a day to honor moms. Sometimes I think it should be a day that mamas express gratitude for being allowed the honor of having children. I can only imagine how excited your mama is to experience her first Mother's Day. (Don't worry. I'm sure your daddy found something special for your mama. Grandma's just afraid your mama's birthday and mother's day present won't arrive on time.)
Happy 1st Mother's Day, Amy. And happy memory day for me as each Mother's Day, I pull out that memory.
Grandma will see you on Mother's Day and sneak in a little cuddle time. I need a serious baby fix. Perhaps I will take a day off soon and come to your house and spend the day with you. Hmm. 8 hours of a baby fix. Sigh
It's Been Less Than a Week!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I miss my grandson. It is that simple. I know it has only been less than a week since I last held (and chased) the little guy. In fact, I spent three whole days spending time with Mason. The first two were spent at Amy and Matt's house, and I brought him home to spend some time with his Grandpa on Tuesday afternoon, keeping him overnight.
One small problem: Jana was here! Now, I mean that nicely, of course, since I love Jana. However, I think there is an unusual connection between Mason and Jana. He seems to be mentally connected to that girl. She walks past him and he lights up and reaches for her. There are many times he prefers to be held only by na na. He makes that sound when he sees her, but then again, he says na na a lot! Who knows what that really means. Jana prefers to think he is practicing her name.
Tuesday overnight went super. Mason slept all night, well until 4:30. He woke up and surprisingly, did not seem too confused on where he was. I was happy to see that. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stay up or go back to bed. I could hear his little tummy growling. Now I had a dilemma. Do I feed him this early, which may encourage a bad habit for a "snack" so early in the am, or would it encourage him to get up at this time always to play. Hmm. What to do. Well, the growling tummy worked. I made him a bottle, and rocked him back to sleep. Also a big no no. I know. But sometimes a grandma just has to do what she has to do! After all, he WAS teething and had been fussing and crying in the middle of the night the past few weeks. He needed something, I figured.
He slept like a trooper until about 8:30ish. He he he. His mama couldn't believe it. In fact, most kids sleep in late when they stay with us. We like to think it's the comfort of our home that causes they to relax so. It is definitely not the fact that we tend to keep them up a few, really just a few, minutes past their bedtime to play with them. Just thirty minutes. Not a lot! He did not give me (what his mama calls, attitude) a hard time about eating either. He only spit his food out once, in my hair, but it was probably dirty anyway!
The day went by way too fast. It was time to take him home. Luckily for me, Dennis was installing a screen door and was running behind schedule. So my "bring him home at 5:00ish" turned into a 6:15ish thing. His mama called looking for him. She missed her baby. I can't fault her for that. I miss him too when he is not with me! I'd better be careful though, and not make a habit of returning him too late. I might get grounded from Mason. That would be worse than taking away from driver's license, or my cell phone, or worse yet, shopping trips. Yea, not seeing Mason would be worse than anything I can think of.
I just hope I get to see him again really soon. Perhaps I can "babysit" him again really soon. I'm free whenever he is. I need my baby fix again. After all, it is probably time I washed my hair again anyway!
Amy, Matt. I promise I'll return him on time if you let me have him again. Anyway, it's Jana's turn to get food spit into her hair. Then she will really know what it is like to be an Aunt.
Posted by Sherry D at 5:15 PM
Posted by Sherry D at 7:33 PM
I miss my grandson. It is that simple. I know it has only been less than a week since I last held (and chased) the little guy. In fact, I spent three whole days spending time with Mason. The first two were spent at Amy and Matt's house, and I brought him home to spend some time with his Grandpa on Tuesday afternoon, keeping him overnight.
One small problem: Jana was here! Now, I mean that nicely, of course, since I love Jana. However, I think there is an unusual connection between Mason and Jana. He seems to be mentally connected to that girl. She walks past him and he lights up and reaches for her. There are many times he prefers to be held only by na na. He makes that sound when he sees her, but then again, he says na na a lot! Who knows what that really means. Jana prefers to think he is practicing her name.
Tuesday overnight went super. Mason slept all night, well until 4:30. He woke up and surprisingly, did not seem too confused on where he was. I was happy to see that. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stay up or go back to bed. I could hear his little tummy growling. Now I had a dilemma. Do I feed him this early, which may encourage a bad habit for a "snack" so early in the am, or would it encourage him to get up at this time always to play. Hmm. What to do. Well, the growling tummy worked. I made him a bottle, and rocked him back to sleep. Also a big no no. I know. But sometimes a grandma just has to do what she has to do! After all, he WAS teething and had been fussing and crying in the middle of the night the past few weeks. He needed something, I figured.
He slept like a trooper until about 8:30ish. He he he. His mama couldn't believe it. In fact, most kids sleep in late when they stay with us. We like to think it's the comfort of our home that causes they to relax so. It is definitely not the fact that we tend to keep them up a few, really just a few, minutes past their bedtime to play with them. Just thirty minutes. Not a lot! He did not give me (what his mama calls, attitude) a hard time about eating either. He only spit his food out once, in my hair, but it was probably dirty anyway!
The day went by way too fast. It was time to take him home. Luckily for me, Dennis was installing a screen door and was running behind schedule. So my "bring him home at 5:00ish" turned into a 6:15ish thing. His mama called looking for him. She missed her baby. I can't fault her for that. I miss him too when he is not with me! I'd better be careful though, and not make a habit of returning him too late. I might get grounded from Mason. That would be worse than taking away from driver's license, or my cell phone, or worse yet, shopping trips. Yea, not seeing Mason would be worse than anything I can think of.
I just hope I get to see him again really soon. Perhaps I can "babysit" him again really soon. I'm free whenever he is. I need my baby fix again. After all, it is probably time I washed my hair again anyway!
Amy, Matt. I promise I'll return him on time if you let me have him again. Anyway, it's Jana's turn to get food spit into her hair. Then she will really know what it is like to be an Aunt.
Posted by Sherry D at 5:15 PM
Posted by Sherry D at 7:33 PM
Thankful to be a Mama
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thankful to be a Mama
I had a wonderful Mother's Day. Jana came down from Kalkaska and we went to Amy's for dinner. Ed and Lola joined Amy and Matt also, and the only one missing was Sara, Matt's sister. I hope I never fail to appreciate Ed and Lola's influence on Matt. He is one of the kindest, considerate men I have met. I feel thankful that my daughter has such a positive role model for her son. I am continually amazed at the relationship we have with our own children and our "in-laws." I once heard them referred to as "love-laws" and I rather like that phrase. Dennis and I thankful that we get along so well with Ed and Lola.
Mason never fails to amaze me in his excitement to see his Aunt Jana. While getting ready to leave, I was thinking how nice it was for Jana to come home and see me and join us for dinner. The next thought was how much I looked forward to seeing my little guy. I couldn't wait to hold him and see how fast he crawls, as well as climbs up to and on things. As these thoughts were traveling around the empty spot in my brain, I thought, "Oh. NO. Jana is here and Mason will care less that I am around!" Sad, but true. After all, a woman's got to know her place, right? Oh well, I am happy for Jana. She adores that little guy.
It was no surprise when we arrived that Jana made a bee line for the baby. Of course, he smiled that big open-mouthed grin and laughed at her. I'm sure he was thinking "This aunt Jana thing is all right." While he was laughing at her, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his grandpa, Dennis, who was behind Jana. In an instance his smile left his face, while he gave Dennis (what Dennis refers to as) the "stare down." It is sort of a "Don't touch my stuff (Dennis likes to play with mason's toys and this seems to irritate him). And "Are you here again?" His big eyes (I could mention the color, but what are they THIS week, anyway?) gazed upon his grandpa, then back to his dad, as if to say, "Do I like him, daddy? Back and forth his little eyes went, while he clung to his daddy. Boy, that kid LOVES his daddy.
We just can't figure out why the stare down each time he sees Dennis. We know that it is a stage he is in, but is it also Dennis' beard, or perhaps his glasses? Or is it that Dennis is not one to give "great big grins" to babies. In other words, he doesn't quite act like the crazed grandma and give him goofy smiles and act all "silly" like I do.
After a few minutes, the buttons on Dennis' shirt became too much. Mason could not resist. He hesitantly, but surely, made his way over to grandpa. He then climbed on his and proceeded to poke the buttons. He was warming up to Grandpa, on Mason's terms. This made Dennis' weekend. It is the first time that Mason has actually wanted to go to Grandpa, initiating the move himself. You can imagine who is on cloud nine at our house, can't you? Well, at least it won't be ME saying "Let's go see the baby."
On another note, one of my mama duties and pleasure will be taking place these next 3-4 weekends. Jana has purchased a home (on Friday of this week) and we will be giving it our best shot to help her as she prepares to start a second year teaching in Kalkaska. We are looking forward o having her feel 'settled' as she will now have space to actually work and live in.
What a good feeling when your children are doing well. Amy, Matt and Mason are doing well, getting into a nice family routine, and are quite happy. Jana is also happy starting her career and making new friends, as well as seems happy.
Thank you Lord for all of our blessings. I thank you for making me a mama to these wonderful daughters. May I be a good mother in law and a wonderful grandma as well. I pray that I will continue to be a blessing to Dennis and my family.
Posted by Sherry D at 9:25 PM
Labels: Mother's Day. I'm thankful
1 comments:
Anonymous said...
:) love you
jana
May 13, 2009 5:14 PM
Thankful to be a Mama
I had a wonderful Mother's Day. Jana came down from Kalkaska and we went to Amy's for dinner. Ed and Lola joined Amy and Matt also, and the only one missing was Sara, Matt's sister. I hope I never fail to appreciate Ed and Lola's influence on Matt. He is one of the kindest, considerate men I have met. I feel thankful that my daughter has such a positive role model for her son. I am continually amazed at the relationship we have with our own children and our "in-laws." I once heard them referred to as "love-laws" and I rather like that phrase. Dennis and I thankful that we get along so well with Ed and Lola.
Mason never fails to amaze me in his excitement to see his Aunt Jana. While getting ready to leave, I was thinking how nice it was for Jana to come home and see me and join us for dinner. The next thought was how much I looked forward to seeing my little guy. I couldn't wait to hold him and see how fast he crawls, as well as climbs up to and on things. As these thoughts were traveling around the empty spot in my brain, I thought, "Oh. NO. Jana is here and Mason will care less that I am around!" Sad, but true. After all, a woman's got to know her place, right? Oh well, I am happy for Jana. She adores that little guy.
It was no surprise when we arrived that Jana made a bee line for the baby. Of course, he smiled that big open-mouthed grin and laughed at her. I'm sure he was thinking "This aunt Jana thing is all right." While he was laughing at her, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his grandpa, Dennis, who was behind Jana. In an instance his smile left his face, while he gave Dennis (what Dennis refers to as) the "stare down." It is sort of a "Don't touch my stuff (Dennis likes to play with mason's toys and this seems to irritate him). And "Are you here again?" His big eyes (I could mention the color, but what are they THIS week, anyway?) gazed upon his grandpa, then back to his dad, as if to say, "Do I like him, daddy? Back and forth his little eyes went, while he clung to his daddy. Boy, that kid LOVES his daddy.
We just can't figure out why the stare down each time he sees Dennis. We know that it is a stage he is in, but is it also Dennis' beard, or perhaps his glasses? Or is it that Dennis is not one to give "great big grins" to babies. In other words, he doesn't quite act like the crazed grandma and give him goofy smiles and act all "silly" like I do.
After a few minutes, the buttons on Dennis' shirt became too much. Mason could not resist. He hesitantly, but surely, made his way over to grandpa. He then climbed on his and proceeded to poke the buttons. He was warming up to Grandpa, on Mason's terms. This made Dennis' weekend. It is the first time that Mason has actually wanted to go to Grandpa, initiating the move himself. You can imagine who is on cloud nine at our house, can't you? Well, at least it won't be ME saying "Let's go see the baby."
On another note, one of my mama duties and pleasure will be taking place these next 3-4 weekends. Jana has purchased a home (on Friday of this week) and we will be giving it our best shot to help her as she prepares to start a second year teaching in Kalkaska. We are looking forward o having her feel 'settled' as she will now have space to actually work and live in.
What a good feeling when your children are doing well. Amy, Matt and Mason are doing well, getting into a nice family routine, and are quite happy. Jana is also happy starting her career and making new friends, as well as seems happy.
Thank you Lord for all of our blessings. I thank you for making me a mama to these wonderful daughters. May I be a good mother in law and a wonderful grandma as well. I pray that I will continue to be a blessing to Dennis and my family.
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:) love you
jana
May 13, 2009 5:14 PM
Baby Fix: What Bliss
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Remember I wrote earlier regarding my need for a continual baby fix? I was a very fortunate lady this weekend. I did not receive just one immunization to help relieve me of my weekly pain of withdrawal symptoms, but I received two additional boosters at the same time as well! My daughters were home for the entire weekend. Yes, that is together, in one house, and a baby boy to boot!
The weekend began with Jana arriving home Friday (with her dirty laundry and her dog. I bet many moms can relate to this) from her teaching job in Kalkaska, as they are on Spring Break the week of the 30th. It does not seem possible that she is a young adult, independent, with a successful career. She has a lot of responsibility as a teacher, having a tremendous amount of influence on the life of young children.
The fact that she has chosen the teaching field does not surprise or my husband at all. In fact, when Jana turned about 3, the signs of a teacher began to emerge from that tiny little mouth. She began to boss her big sister, Amy, age 5, around. Poor Amy. She always had to take the commands. Wait! Did I say commands? I meant to say suggestions! Suggestions that Jana would utter: "You be the kid, I be the teacher." "You be the baby and play with these toys, I be the mama." "You be the kid and check out books, I be the library lady." "You be the little girl and dress your baby in these clothes, I be the mama." These scenes (and age appropriate ones, as they grew) lasted through several years, Jana being the one to give directives, and Amy being the big sister who always patiently gave in to these demands, I mean, played with the baby sister. Sisterly love, have these two.
It is fun to watch her with her nephew now. Mason already appears to adore her. He laughs the longest and loudest when she speak to him. He loves to have her attention. As I watch her interact with Mason, I can almost hear the words she might be thinking in her head,very familiar words to all: "You be the baby, I be the aunt." "You sit here and play toys with me, I be the aunt." "You be the baby and like how I dress you, I be the aunt." "You be the baby, and watch me read, I be the teacher."
She is so good with him. She will make a fantastic mom when her time comes. Simply fantastic. Much like she is in her teaching job, as I have heard from many of those teachers I have contact with, those who have witnessed her teaching methods and style. "She is so good with the kids." "Jana is a born teacher." Yes, she sure is definitely good with children. She also is born a leader and director. However, don't take my word for it. Ask Amy.
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Remember I wrote earlier regarding my need for a continual baby fix? I was a very fortunate lady this weekend. I did not receive just one immunization to help relieve me of my weekly pain of withdrawal symptoms, but I received two additional boosters at the same time as well! My daughters were home for the entire weekend. Yes, that is together, in one house, and a baby boy to boot!
The weekend began with Jana arriving home Friday (with her dirty laundry and her dog. I bet many moms can relate to this) from her teaching job in Kalkaska, as they are on Spring Break the week of the 30th. It does not seem possible that she is a young adult, independent, with a successful career. She has a lot of responsibility as a teacher, having a tremendous amount of influence on the life of young children.
The fact that she has chosen the teaching field does not surprise or my husband at all. In fact, when Jana turned about 3, the signs of a teacher began to emerge from that tiny little mouth. She began to boss her big sister, Amy, age 5, around. Poor Amy. She always had to take the commands. Wait! Did I say commands? I meant to say suggestions! Suggestions that Jana would utter: "You be the kid, I be the teacher." "You be the baby and play with these toys, I be the mama." "You be the kid and check out books, I be the library lady." "You be the little girl and dress your baby in these clothes, I be the mama." These scenes (and age appropriate ones, as they grew) lasted through several years, Jana being the one to give directives, and Amy being the big sister who always patiently gave in to these demands, I mean, played with the baby sister. Sisterly love, have these two.
It is fun to watch her with her nephew now. Mason already appears to adore her. He laughs the longest and loudest when she speak to him. He loves to have her attention. As I watch her interact with Mason, I can almost hear the words she might be thinking in her head,very familiar words to all: "You be the baby, I be the aunt." "You sit here and play toys with me, I be the aunt." "You be the baby and like how I dress you, I be the aunt." "You be the baby, and watch me read, I be the teacher."
She is so good with him. She will make a fantastic mom when her time comes. Simply fantastic. Much like she is in her teaching job, as I have heard from many of those teachers I have contact with, those who have witnessed her teaching methods and style. "She is so good with the kids." "Jana is a born teacher." Yes, she sure is definitely good with children. She also is born a leader and director. However, don't take my word for it. Ask Amy.
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Months Nine and Counting "up" to One Year
Monday, May 25, 2009
I had a busy weekend. Leaving work Friday, I joined the holiday rush of traffic to head up north. I was meeting Jana and Dennis to begin painting in Jana's new home. We didn't really accomplish much Friday evening, other than to plan our strategy of attack for Saturday.
Saturday began quite early, as we "slept in" until about 7:45 am headed out, painting tools awaiting us. I could tell that Dennis was just not himself. He normally is quite excited to begin new projects, especially when it involves helping his girls. He complained he felt "poky" and referred to himself as "old, slower than I should be" and so forth.
Amy and Matt came up to see Jana's place, leaving the little squirt with Ed and Lola. Too many temptations, nails and paint cans for the little rug rat. (sounds kinda mean, but I mean that with the most sincere affection...hey, I called my own kids that and you know how much I loved them). Anyway, I was glad to see them and grateful for their help. We went to lunch after they received a quick tour of the house. Trout Town Cafe in Kalkaska, Michigan. Yummy! Still, Dennis did not seem like himself, rather quiet. Hm. What is up with him?
Matt helped Dennis with the floor in one room, while Amy helped us to paint. Then Matt helped Dennis with a project he dreaded the most..."the awful front door." Dennis did not look forward to that project and was glad to get Matt's assistance and suggestions. The door went in, Amy and Matt left, and soon after we went back to Jana's. Dennis was soon commenting that his back really hurt and sure enough, he felt awful. He went to bed at 6 pm that evening and did not wake up until late Sunday morning.
After much "coaxing", and quite the temperature, I got him to go to the Kalkaska Hospital, where they have a Urgent Care facility. I took Dennis home, sent him back to bed for the remainder of the day. He was quite sick with a high temp, again sleeping through until Monday at 8:00 am. He then insisted that he had "wasted" enough time and must go to Jana's to work. So, we put down one more floor and began the hallway. He soon realized that he was indeed not up to snuff. Home we went.
Well, the lure of Mason was too much for Dennis, this time. Amy left us a message asking us if we wanted to come down, understanding if we didn't., as we had only been home about an hour and a half. Since Dennis was not ill with a contagious infection, off to went to Lansing to see Mason, oh, of course I mean all of them. Isn't it rather sad that once you have kids you take a back seat to the baby? One says that are "going to see the baby" not "going to see the parents of the baby."
My goodness has he grown in two weeks! He truly has. He has a belly that slightly hangs over his diaper! We are so glad to see that, as is means more growth. He crawls rather fast now, loving the game of chase. We crawled around on the floor for a while. Mason was not quite sure about us. Playing chase was his mama and daddy's thing, not these people who call themselves the "grandparents."
It was bath time. Ooohh. We were excited about that. There is just something about a baby taking a bath and splashing. We were happy to give him a bath. That was our first time of watching/giving him a bath. I have always wanted to do this. Giving your child a bath is something a parent takes for granted, while it is something that a grandparent wants to do. They gave us the opportunity to play with him and watch him enjoy the water. Yes, I did actually give him a baby, not just play!
The bath was not the only new and fun activity Mason has conquered. He has learned what it means to give a high five, laughing and clapping his hands afterward. He also has a new, turtle sandbox. We visited the sandbox with him. He crawled out. He crawled in. Now, I must tell this: My daughter and her husband are ten times relaxed and braver that I was as a young mom with an infant. He plays in the sandbox! I said, "He'll eat the sand." "He'll have sand everywhere: up his nose, in his hair, in the cracks, and so forth." She replied, "Don't worry. He'll be fine." As he grabs his shovel and sticks it in his mouth, a few grains of sand are on the end. She calmly say, "Don't eat it, Mason" and brushed it off his mouth. Oh, I love it. They just enjoy Mason. It's that simple. They enjoy that child. Me? Ha. I would have yelled. "Get Amy and Jana away from the sand." "They may eat it, get it in their nose and in various body cracks." I would have drug them out of the sandbox and hosed out their mouths. Yes, it's true. I was a worried mama. Probably not a whole lot of fun, either. I'll have to ask them if I was a fun mama.
On the way home, I asked Dennis how he was feeling. He replied, "Tired, but well." "Seeing Mason, Amy and Matt was so worth the drive down." He was quite smug when he mentioned how Mason warmed up to him and went to grandpa "willingly." And comments like "Did you see that Mason did this...or that... I hope we see him next weekend. Oh, I have a man with a baby fix. See, Dennis and I really do belong together!
Three more months, Mason, and we will be celebrating one year of tears, laughter and fun. Celebrating all your achievements, looking back on the past, with our eyes on the future. A future with more baby fixes clearly in sight. Sigh.
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I had a busy weekend. Leaving work Friday, I joined the holiday rush of traffic to head up north. I was meeting Jana and Dennis to begin painting in Jana's new home. We didn't really accomplish much Friday evening, other than to plan our strategy of attack for Saturday.
Saturday began quite early, as we "slept in" until about 7:45 am headed out, painting tools awaiting us. I could tell that Dennis was just not himself. He normally is quite excited to begin new projects, especially when it involves helping his girls. He complained he felt "poky" and referred to himself as "old, slower than I should be" and so forth.
Amy and Matt came up to see Jana's place, leaving the little squirt with Ed and Lola. Too many temptations, nails and paint cans for the little rug rat. (sounds kinda mean, but I mean that with the most sincere affection...hey, I called my own kids that and you know how much I loved them). Anyway, I was glad to see them and grateful for their help. We went to lunch after they received a quick tour of the house. Trout Town Cafe in Kalkaska, Michigan. Yummy! Still, Dennis did not seem like himself, rather quiet. Hm. What is up with him?
Matt helped Dennis with the floor in one room, while Amy helped us to paint. Then Matt helped Dennis with a project he dreaded the most..."the awful front door." Dennis did not look forward to that project and was glad to get Matt's assistance and suggestions. The door went in, Amy and Matt left, and soon after we went back to Jana's. Dennis was soon commenting that his back really hurt and sure enough, he felt awful. He went to bed at 6 pm that evening and did not wake up until late Sunday morning.
After much "coaxing", and quite the temperature, I got him to go to the Kalkaska Hospital, where they have a Urgent Care facility. I took Dennis home, sent him back to bed for the remainder of the day. He was quite sick with a high temp, again sleeping through until Monday at 8:00 am. He then insisted that he had "wasted" enough time and must go to Jana's to work. So, we put down one more floor and began the hallway. He soon realized that he was indeed not up to snuff. Home we went.
Well, the lure of Mason was too much for Dennis, this time. Amy left us a message asking us if we wanted to come down, understanding if we didn't., as we had only been home about an hour and a half. Since Dennis was not ill with a contagious infection, off to went to Lansing to see Mason, oh, of course I mean all of them. Isn't it rather sad that once you have kids you take a back seat to the baby? One says that are "going to see the baby" not "going to see the parents of the baby."
My goodness has he grown in two weeks! He truly has. He has a belly that slightly hangs over his diaper! We are so glad to see that, as is means more growth. He crawls rather fast now, loving the game of chase. We crawled around on the floor for a while. Mason was not quite sure about us. Playing chase was his mama and daddy's thing, not these people who call themselves the "grandparents."
It was bath time. Ooohh. We were excited about that. There is just something about a baby taking a bath and splashing. We were happy to give him a bath. That was our first time of watching/giving him a bath. I have always wanted to do this. Giving your child a bath is something a parent takes for granted, while it is something that a grandparent wants to do. They gave us the opportunity to play with him and watch him enjoy the water. Yes, I did actually give him a baby, not just play!
The bath was not the only new and fun activity Mason has conquered. He has learned what it means to give a high five, laughing and clapping his hands afterward. He also has a new, turtle sandbox. We visited the sandbox with him. He crawled out. He crawled in. Now, I must tell this: My daughter and her husband are ten times relaxed and braver that I was as a young mom with an infant. He plays in the sandbox! I said, "He'll eat the sand." "He'll have sand everywhere: up his nose, in his hair, in the cracks, and so forth." She replied, "Don't worry. He'll be fine." As he grabs his shovel and sticks it in his mouth, a few grains of sand are on the end. She calmly say, "Don't eat it, Mason" and brushed it off his mouth. Oh, I love it. They just enjoy Mason. It's that simple. They enjoy that child. Me? Ha. I would have yelled. "Get Amy and Jana away from the sand." "They may eat it, get it in their nose and in various body cracks." I would have drug them out of the sandbox and hosed out their mouths. Yes, it's true. I was a worried mama. Probably not a whole lot of fun, either. I'll have to ask them if I was a fun mama.
On the way home, I asked Dennis how he was feeling. He replied, "Tired, but well." "Seeing Mason, Amy and Matt was so worth the drive down." He was quite smug when he mentioned how Mason warmed up to him and went to grandpa "willingly." And comments like "Did you see that Mason did this...or that... I hope we see him next weekend. Oh, I have a man with a baby fix. See, Dennis and I really do belong together!
Three more months, Mason, and we will be celebrating one year of tears, laughter and fun. Celebrating all your achievements, looking back on the past, with our eyes on the future. A future with more baby fixes clearly in sight. Sigh.
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It's Coming Soon. The Baby Fix
Sunday, April 19, 2009
It's Coming Soon!The baby fix. That's what is coming soon. This weekend will be my, sorry Dennis, I mean our first overnight with Mason. All by ourselves. I feel like I am all grown up now, as excited as when I first got my driver's license! As excited as I was to have my own children. As excited as when Mason was born! I think you get it. Yes, I am excited. So is his Grandpa, only he's acting all "cool" about it. Obviously he does not get the whole "baby fix" thing yet! Men!
We are already plotting! Hmm. What to do with our time with Mason.? So little time, so many ideas. Perhaps we'll go shopping and get a new swing for our yard. After all, those pics his mama sent were amazing. He was swinging and laughing. He obviously like to swing. That is a good idea. We will still have room in the cart, though...
Maybe we will also look for one of those wagons. Maybe we will get a big one so he can put his toys in there with him when he rides. His mama and daddy will love that! A nice, big wagon for all those toys he owns. Hey, it's ok Matt and Amy. You've got a basement! That reminds me that we have a red flyer in the pole barn. We will need to get that baby polished up.
Perhaps we will plan to take him out to Jenny's for breakfast...show him off a little. It's fun to watch kids at restaurants. If they are not screaming, that is. Our Mason won't do that. I don't understand it. His mama says he shows attitude already. Attitude? Not MY baby boy. He's all sweetness and smiles.
But, all this shopping and show and tell"ing" means we will have to share him. Hmm. I'd better rethink this. Maybe not such a hot idea after all.
All this plotting and scheming! What kind of grandparent am I? Woops, I meant, what kind of grandparents are WE? Fun ones, of course! Of course Mason won't go to bed on time. Of course, he wants to smile at us and not drink all his bottle. Of course he is going to get into everything. Of course we are going shopping. Of course we will buy him things. After all, he's at his grandpa and grandma's house. Isn't that what we are for? To spoil him a bit, be the ones to buy the loud, fun toys? I'm sure that was in the Grandpa and Grandma Rule book Amy and Matt bought for us right before Mason arrived. We remember her handing us a book, saying 'Here read this." Wait, it was a grandparent magazine on the modern way of parenting, like car seats and safe toys? I thought it was all about how to spoil. Woops, again.
Don't worry, mama and daddy. He'll be a good, little boy while you are at Sara's graduation. Take your time. See Grand Rapids. Take a drive around the state. Perhaps you would like to have supper out also, don't stop at lunch. Find a Bed and Breakfast...you deserve a break. So many options, so much time!
Don't worry and don't hurry. We may be a while at Target. So many toys, so little time. Oh, sweet time. Time for a baby fix.
Posted by Sherry D at 9:46 PM
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Amy said...
I'd threaten that I'll call you to deal with his crankiness after all this spoiling but I know that you'd just enjoy that.
April 23, 2009 4:26 PM
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It's Coming Soon!The baby fix. That's what is coming soon. This weekend will be my, sorry Dennis, I mean our first overnight with Mason. All by ourselves. I feel like I am all grown up now, as excited as when I first got my driver's license! As excited as I was to have my own children. As excited as when Mason was born! I think you get it. Yes, I am excited. So is his Grandpa, only he's acting all "cool" about it. Obviously he does not get the whole "baby fix" thing yet! Men!
We are already plotting! Hmm. What to do with our time with Mason.? So little time, so many ideas. Perhaps we'll go shopping and get a new swing for our yard. After all, those pics his mama sent were amazing. He was swinging and laughing. He obviously like to swing. That is a good idea. We will still have room in the cart, though...
Maybe we will also look for one of those wagons. Maybe we will get a big one so he can put his toys in there with him when he rides. His mama and daddy will love that! A nice, big wagon for all those toys he owns. Hey, it's ok Matt and Amy. You've got a basement! That reminds me that we have a red flyer in the pole barn. We will need to get that baby polished up.
Perhaps we will plan to take him out to Jenny's for breakfast...show him off a little. It's fun to watch kids at restaurants. If they are not screaming, that is. Our Mason won't do that. I don't understand it. His mama says he shows attitude already. Attitude? Not MY baby boy. He's all sweetness and smiles.
But, all this shopping and show and tell"ing" means we will have to share him. Hmm. I'd better rethink this. Maybe not such a hot idea after all.
All this plotting and scheming! What kind of grandparent am I? Woops, I meant, what kind of grandparents are WE? Fun ones, of course! Of course Mason won't go to bed on time. Of course, he wants to smile at us and not drink all his bottle. Of course he is going to get into everything. Of course we are going shopping. Of course we will buy him things. After all, he's at his grandpa and grandma's house. Isn't that what we are for? To spoil him a bit, be the ones to buy the loud, fun toys? I'm sure that was in the Grandpa and Grandma Rule book Amy and Matt bought for us right before Mason arrived. We remember her handing us a book, saying 'Here read this." Wait, it was a grandparent magazine on the modern way of parenting, like car seats and safe toys? I thought it was all about how to spoil. Woops, again.
Don't worry, mama and daddy. He'll be a good, little boy while you are at Sara's graduation. Take your time. See Grand Rapids. Take a drive around the state. Perhaps you would like to have supper out also, don't stop at lunch. Find a Bed and Breakfast...you deserve a break. So many options, so much time!
Don't worry and don't hurry. We may be a while at Target. So many toys, so little time. Oh, sweet time. Time for a baby fix.
Posted by Sherry D at 9:46 PM
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Amy said...
I'd threaten that I'll call you to deal with his crankiness after all this spoiling but I know that you'd just enjoy that.
April 23, 2009 4:26 PM
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Progress
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
This past month has been a whirlwind of activity. Jana purchased her home and I have taken a class. One of those are done. Yes, you are right. It is the class that is completed, not the house. We have run into so many obstacles to get this completed. While not strangers to shifting gears at the last minute, it is quite a bit harder to do so when you are two hours away from "the project." However, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Today Dennis and I celebrate our 31st anniversary. Last year we went to Alaska on a cruise tour. Wow. I want to return, but it is just too expensive. However, Dennis is off to Alaska on a trip with his buddies this fall. He will enjoy his time, as well as I. I like it when he takes trips for two reasons: He is having fun and he deserves it; I don't have to cook while he is gone.
I miss my little guy. Event though I have seen him several times this past month (they stayed with us last weekend) I had thought when summer approached that I could spend several days a month with him. That hasn't quite worked out as planned. I will have him for three days this coming month, so I very much look forward to these days. I hope to have him a few days in August also.
Well, Grandma and Grandpa were successful last weekend. We helped to reinforce the word "no" to Mason. Mason pulled himself up to the ottoman and wanted Grandpa's glasses. We kept saying no, and he would look at us, "Are you sure?" and then approach the cube from a different angel. This went on for about 8 minutes, us saying no, no, and his sneak attacks, each time changing his tactic. Clever little creature! Later that afternoon, Mason kept repeating the word no, no, while in the car with his parents. The next morning, I got up with Mason and he looked at the black ottoman and said, No. No. He actually understands and can say the word and uses it in the correct situation. Amy said he says the word constantly and understands the meaning and applies it correctly. He crawled up to the trash can. Normally they say, "That's disgusting" and redirect him. This time he began to hit the side of the trash can and said, "No. No." Now when they try to take things away before he reaches them, he likes to go on his "no no" tangents.
Amy wonders if he is ill, as he has had begun to have little temper tantrums and cry for no reason, or is this part of his stage. He is teething (four about two months now) and acts like perhaps he doesn't feel so well. She will be calling her doctor to get him looked at. Poor baby.
Well, back to painting. This weekend has been fun, although work. I can't wait to see you, Mason. Wait until you see your early birthday gift!!
Love, from me to you.
This past month has been a whirlwind of activity. Jana purchased her home and I have taken a class. One of those are done. Yes, you are right. It is the class that is completed, not the house. We have run into so many obstacles to get this completed. While not strangers to shifting gears at the last minute, it is quite a bit harder to do so when you are two hours away from "the project." However, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Today Dennis and I celebrate our 31st anniversary. Last year we went to Alaska on a cruise tour. Wow. I want to return, but it is just too expensive. However, Dennis is off to Alaska on a trip with his buddies this fall. He will enjoy his time, as well as I. I like it when he takes trips for two reasons: He is having fun and he deserves it; I don't have to cook while he is gone.
I miss my little guy. Event though I have seen him several times this past month (they stayed with us last weekend) I had thought when summer approached that I could spend several days a month with him. That hasn't quite worked out as planned. I will have him for three days this coming month, so I very much look forward to these days. I hope to have him a few days in August also.
Well, Grandma and Grandpa were successful last weekend. We helped to reinforce the word "no" to Mason. Mason pulled himself up to the ottoman and wanted Grandpa's glasses. We kept saying no, and he would look at us, "Are you sure?" and then approach the cube from a different angel. This went on for about 8 minutes, us saying no, no, and his sneak attacks, each time changing his tactic. Clever little creature! Later that afternoon, Mason kept repeating the word no, no, while in the car with his parents. The next morning, I got up with Mason and he looked at the black ottoman and said, No. No. He actually understands and can say the word and uses it in the correct situation. Amy said he says the word constantly and understands the meaning and applies it correctly. He crawled up to the trash can. Normally they say, "That's disgusting" and redirect him. This time he began to hit the side of the trash can and said, "No. No." Now when they try to take things away before he reaches them, he likes to go on his "no no" tangents.
Amy wonders if he is ill, as he has had begun to have little temper tantrums and cry for no reason, or is this part of his stage. He is teething (four about two months now) and acts like perhaps he doesn't feel so well. She will be calling her doctor to get him looked at. Poor baby.
Well, back to painting. This weekend has been fun, although work. I can't wait to see you, Mason. Wait until you see your early birthday gift!!
Love, from me to you.
Comfort for two
Thursday, March 19, 2009
This week I had the opportunity to take care of our little guy for the day, as he was ill. While I was driving to his home, once again I realized how lucky I am that I had the opportunity to provide some comfort to him. As many families are scattered across the state, even the country, I am quite positive that many grandmas would love the opportunity I was presented with.
It has been said there is nothing like being happily greeted when you walk into the home than by two things: a dog or a baby. I think the baby wins, hands down. He absolutely made my day when he decided, "Ok. I remember this lady. I think I liked her." and I was rewarded with a big smile.
Once Mason drank some of his bottle, he decided he would like a little snooze. This was an opportunity I was not about to let get past me. I wrapped him up in a little cocoon, well, as much as you can wrap a 7 month old and off to the rocking chair I went. This is the same rocking chair I rocked his mama in, the one which creaks as it rocks back. How comforting it was to hold that little warm baby in my arms. I can still remember how it felt to rock his mama. I held her soft, little body snuggle in my arms. Amy was my first, and I loved rocking her.
As I gazed down at Mason, while patting his little bottom as we rocked, I was rewarded with many great gifts directly from Mason. He gives me the gift of trust. He trust me to take care of him, holding him secure. He gives me the gift of his soft touch, as he reaches his little hand up to touch my cheeks and pokes his fingers into my mouth. He gives me the knowledge that I make him happy, as he smiles and laughs while we rock.
Once he decides he will allow sleep, he snuggles down into my arms, holds the string of my sweatshirt in his hand, sighs deeply and off to sleep he goes. Perhaps he would be more comfortable if I laid him down, but I wasn't above to move him, as it took him 20 minutes to go to sleep. So, we rocked while he slept. While it may seem like rocking for two hours is a long time, the time went by quite fast.
When he woke, I felt a moment of disappointment, as I wanted to keep rocking, but just for a second. I was rewarded with one big grin, and a wet diaper. Later that day, we spent some more time in the rocking chair. By the end of the day, I was convinced that it was not only me who provided comfort that day, but Mason provided me with some also. There is nothing like a beautiful, sleeping baby to melt your worries.
Feel better quickly, little guy.
Posted by Sherry D at 10:34 PM
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This week I had the opportunity to take care of our little guy for the day, as he was ill. While I was driving to his home, once again I realized how lucky I am that I had the opportunity to provide some comfort to him. As many families are scattered across the state, even the country, I am quite positive that many grandmas would love the opportunity I was presented with.
It has been said there is nothing like being happily greeted when you walk into the home than by two things: a dog or a baby. I think the baby wins, hands down. He absolutely made my day when he decided, "Ok. I remember this lady. I think I liked her." and I was rewarded with a big smile.
Once Mason drank some of his bottle, he decided he would like a little snooze. This was an opportunity I was not about to let get past me. I wrapped him up in a little cocoon, well, as much as you can wrap a 7 month old and off to the rocking chair I went. This is the same rocking chair I rocked his mama in, the one which creaks as it rocks back. How comforting it was to hold that little warm baby in my arms. I can still remember how it felt to rock his mama. I held her soft, little body snuggle in my arms. Amy was my first, and I loved rocking her.
As I gazed down at Mason, while patting his little bottom as we rocked, I was rewarded with many great gifts directly from Mason. He gives me the gift of trust. He trust me to take care of him, holding him secure. He gives me the gift of his soft touch, as he reaches his little hand up to touch my cheeks and pokes his fingers into my mouth. He gives me the knowledge that I make him happy, as he smiles and laughs while we rock.
Once he decides he will allow sleep, he snuggles down into my arms, holds the string of my sweatshirt in his hand, sighs deeply and off to sleep he goes. Perhaps he would be more comfortable if I laid him down, but I wasn't above to move him, as it took him 20 minutes to go to sleep. So, we rocked while he slept. While it may seem like rocking for two hours is a long time, the time went by quite fast.
When he woke, I felt a moment of disappointment, as I wanted to keep rocking, but just for a second. I was rewarded with one big grin, and a wet diaper. Later that day, we spent some more time in the rocking chair. By the end of the day, I was convinced that it was not only me who provided comfort that day, but Mason provided me with some also. There is nothing like a beautiful, sleeping baby to melt your worries.
Feel better quickly, little guy.
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Baby Fix: So Busted!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Ok. Guilty, guilty, and guilty. I know the baby is coming over tomorrow night. I know, I know, we all know. But, a grandma has needs. Ok, it's issues. I know, I know, we all know. I had a treadmill Amy needed, and she had the baby I needed. So, I could not help myself. It is a beautiful night, no rain, a good night to haul the treadmill down to Amy and Matt's place. How convenient it all was! I am sure Amy saw right through me, as I have been told I am pretty transparent where that little guy is concerned. I'm sure that another weekend would have worked. I suppose we didn't have to take it down tonight. It WAS just sitting in my foyer for the last two weeks, waiting to be taken. It was quite a awkward ballet getting around it when you wanted to use the front door. See, it really needed to be taken.
Well, it did make sense. Matt can't carry it down the stairs by himself, so even taking it back with him Saturday doesn't work. This job requires to men: One dad and one grandpa. Well, of course Grandma needed to come. After all, I did find a Little Tykes Slide for Mason and I am sure that Dennis needed my help, making sure it arrived safely.
I did notice, though, that when Dennis asked what we were going to do tonight, and I suggested getting the treadmill out of the way, he did not hesitate in any way, shape or form. He just said, "Sure, sounds good. Did you call them?" "Of course" I replied. I thought to myself, no way would I just go down and surprise them. What is they were out getting ice cream, or visiting their friends and I missed the baby!
This whole grandma thing is funny. I remember when Mason's mama, Amy, moved away from home, a move that I knew would mean she would never return to the family home. That she would make her own family home. I cried so hard. After all, she was first baby, the first one to leave me forever. Don't even get me started on how I was when my baby moved to start her new life...It's not pretty. Anway, even when she got her first house, I cried...all the way home the first weekend we were there to help her fixit up. I cried because she wasn't a baby, a little girl anymore, dependent upon mama and daddy. She was married, a big girl, a husband; she had a life. Now that she has Mason, the thought of her having her own family home doesn't make me weepy. In fact, just knowing how happy she was with Matt in their home made it all better.
But, having that little guy in their home, in my life, brought such a change to me. This whole grandma thing is sweet. It seem hard to explain to others what I feel when I look at that little guy. It brings back the feelings I had when my girls were born, only different. It is like I can look at him and enjoy him with more patience. I have more time to absorb his funny faces while he discovers the world around him. I don't know how to explain it.
Oh, what fun this new adventure will be, this whole grandma thing. I have less than 24 hours until he is here. He is crawling a bit now. What fun it will be to chase him and watch him discover the things at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
The only problem I have is this: What excuse will I need to come up with next time when I can't wait patiently for just one more day?
Posted by Sherry D at 9:57 PM
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Amy said...
This post fails to mention that the foyer leads to the front door...a door that is never used. Yes, I can see how the treadmill blocking the front door was an issue. You most certainly needed to bring it down last night.
April 24, 2009 6:22 AM
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Ok. Guilty, guilty, and guilty. I know the baby is coming over tomorrow night. I know, I know, we all know. But, a grandma has needs. Ok, it's issues. I know, I know, we all know. I had a treadmill Amy needed, and she had the baby I needed. So, I could not help myself. It is a beautiful night, no rain, a good night to haul the treadmill down to Amy and Matt's place. How convenient it all was! I am sure Amy saw right through me, as I have been told I am pretty transparent where that little guy is concerned. I'm sure that another weekend would have worked. I suppose we didn't have to take it down tonight. It WAS just sitting in my foyer for the last two weeks, waiting to be taken. It was quite a awkward ballet getting around it when you wanted to use the front door. See, it really needed to be taken.
Well, it did make sense. Matt can't carry it down the stairs by himself, so even taking it back with him Saturday doesn't work. This job requires to men: One dad and one grandpa. Well, of course Grandma needed to come. After all, I did find a Little Tykes Slide for Mason and I am sure that Dennis needed my help, making sure it arrived safely.
I did notice, though, that when Dennis asked what we were going to do tonight, and I suggested getting the treadmill out of the way, he did not hesitate in any way, shape or form. He just said, "Sure, sounds good. Did you call them?" "Of course" I replied. I thought to myself, no way would I just go down and surprise them. What is they were out getting ice cream, or visiting their friends and I missed the baby!
This whole grandma thing is funny. I remember when Mason's mama, Amy, moved away from home, a move that I knew would mean she would never return to the family home. That she would make her own family home. I cried so hard. After all, she was first baby, the first one to leave me forever. Don't even get me started on how I was when my baby moved to start her new life...It's not pretty. Anway, even when she got her first house, I cried...all the way home the first weekend we were there to help her fixit up. I cried because she wasn't a baby, a little girl anymore, dependent upon mama and daddy. She was married, a big girl, a husband; she had a life. Now that she has Mason, the thought of her having her own family home doesn't make me weepy. In fact, just knowing how happy she was with Matt in their home made it all better.
But, having that little guy in their home, in my life, brought such a change to me. This whole grandma thing is sweet. It seem hard to explain to others what I feel when I look at that little guy. It brings back the feelings I had when my girls were born, only different. It is like I can look at him and enjoy him with more patience. I have more time to absorb his funny faces while he discovers the world around him. I don't know how to explain it.
Oh, what fun this new adventure will be, this whole grandma thing. I have less than 24 hours until he is here. He is crawling a bit now. What fun it will be to chase him and watch him discover the things at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
The only problem I have is this: What excuse will I need to come up with next time when I can't wait patiently for just one more day?
Posted by Sherry D at 9:57 PM
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Amy said...
This post fails to mention that the foyer leads to the front door...a door that is never used. Yes, I can see how the treadmill blocking the front door was an issue. You most certainly needed to bring it down last night.
April 24, 2009 6:22 AM
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.... Mr. Personality Arrives
Monday, October 26, 2009
He's particular. He can be stubborn. He is rather sassy. He knows exactly what he wants, and is figuring out how to get it. He is a trick rider on his 4 wheeler (yes, it's battery operated and no, I am not to blame for it). Everything is made for climbing. He can and he will get up there is his attitude.
He like to share what is on his mind, and no, I don't think it is always pretty, judging by the amount of NO's he tell you and the faces he makes. He is becoming independent. He has an opinion. No, he doesn't want to eat his broccoli first, and you can't make him. No, he is not interested in putting on his clothes, thank you very much.
He struts, just a tiny bit. He's hot stuff and he knows it. All eyes are upon his as he parades back and forth across the room and up and down the hallways. A career in comedy is calling his name, as he makes his audience laugh. And he knows it. He always has one more trick up his sleeve to keep one entertained.
He is noticing his body a bit more lately. He walks, deliberately sticking his belly out and watching it as he walks. His brown tennis shoes are smoking! They also are most interesting to watch, and so easy to take on and off. His shirts and pants are camo. A trophy hunter in the making, he is.
He is no longer a toothless wonder. He has four lovely, little razor sharp knives in his mouth. And that's just the top. Combined with the two on the bottom, he is his own little can opener. His kisses can can have a whole new meaning. Who needs one of those steel sharpening devices, when your chin may have been invented for those pearly little knives.
Not anyone will do anymore. He knows exactly who he wants at a given moment. If you want him and he doesn't want you, out comes the hand as if he is a crossing guard. "NO. STOP." he says, as he snuggles against his mama or daddy. No amount of coaxing in the world can rip him from the arms of mama and daddy if he doesn't want to leave his safety zone.
But when he does want to be held, there is nothing in the world like it. He wraps those little arms around my neck, lays his warm, soft cheek against my face, pats my face, giving me all his love. It may only last for a moment. Then his is off. Off to new adventures. Off to take a fresh look at an old toy. Off he goes when he sees you coming with a diaper. Off he goes, clearly wanting to be chased. Off he goes to hide in the corner, or under the table, after all, YOU can't see him. Off for a wagon ride to see new paths. Off to discovery, sharpening his curious little mind ( just like his teeth).
My wonderful, opinionated, stubborn, passionate, dare devilish, independent, sassy, loving, little comedian. You light up the room with your amazing personality. While I see you as often as possible, I cannot get enough of you.
Speaking of dare devilish, wait until you see what Grandma and Grandpa have for you at their house...Can Mason have a horse?
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He's particular. He can be stubborn. He is rather sassy. He knows exactly what he wants, and is figuring out how to get it. He is a trick rider on his 4 wheeler (yes, it's battery operated and no, I am not to blame for it). Everything is made for climbing. He can and he will get up there is his attitude.
He like to share what is on his mind, and no, I don't think it is always pretty, judging by the amount of NO's he tell you and the faces he makes. He is becoming independent. He has an opinion. No, he doesn't want to eat his broccoli first, and you can't make him. No, he is not interested in putting on his clothes, thank you very much.
He struts, just a tiny bit. He's hot stuff and he knows it. All eyes are upon his as he parades back and forth across the room and up and down the hallways. A career in comedy is calling his name, as he makes his audience laugh. And he knows it. He always has one more trick up his sleeve to keep one entertained.
He is noticing his body a bit more lately. He walks, deliberately sticking his belly out and watching it as he walks. His brown tennis shoes are smoking! They also are most interesting to watch, and so easy to take on and off. His shirts and pants are camo. A trophy hunter in the making, he is.
He is no longer a toothless wonder. He has four lovely, little razor sharp knives in his mouth. And that's just the top. Combined with the two on the bottom, he is his own little can opener. His kisses can can have a whole new meaning. Who needs one of those steel sharpening devices, when your chin may have been invented for those pearly little knives.
Not anyone will do anymore. He knows exactly who he wants at a given moment. If you want him and he doesn't want you, out comes the hand as if he is a crossing guard. "NO. STOP." he says, as he snuggles against his mama or daddy. No amount of coaxing in the world can rip him from the arms of mama and daddy if he doesn't want to leave his safety zone.
But when he does want to be held, there is nothing in the world like it. He wraps those little arms around my neck, lays his warm, soft cheek against my face, pats my face, giving me all his love. It may only last for a moment. Then his is off. Off to new adventures. Off to take a fresh look at an old toy. Off he goes when he sees you coming with a diaper. Off he goes, clearly wanting to be chased. Off he goes to hide in the corner, or under the table, after all, YOU can't see him. Off for a wagon ride to see new paths. Off to discovery, sharpening his curious little mind ( just like his teeth).
My wonderful, opinionated, stubborn, passionate, dare devilish, independent, sassy, loving, little comedian. You light up the room with your amazing personality. While I see you as often as possible, I cannot get enough of you.
Speaking of dare devilish, wait until you see what Grandma and Grandpa have for you at their house...Can Mason have a horse?
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Summer is flying by
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Summer Is Flying By
It is hard to believe, but we are half way through August. Summer is going by too quickly. It has not felt like we have had much of a summer this year though, for several reasons. One of which is the weather. We have had way to many cool days. If I remember correctly, was not last year quite hot? I bet if I asked Amy what the weather was like in August, she would reply, "Too damn hot for a pregnant woman."
Another reason I feel like summer did not officially arrive, is because I haven't had my usual breaks. You know what I mean, don't you? Sleeping in until 10:00, rolling out of bed and sitting around in your pajamas for several hours. Instead, I have been very active, not lazy, this summer.
Oh my gosh! What did I just say? I was active? Oh no. I hope that does not set a pattern that will befall me next summer. The only plans I have for next summer is coaxing my grandson to Grandma and Grandpas house for a few days at a time, perhaps a long weekend or two. He will be older then. Maybe he will be a little pistol and his mama and daddy will be glad to have a break for a few days.
In anticipating the remainder of the summer with Mason (I plan to kidnap him very soon and wisk him away to Grandmas), I have turned my backyard into a mini McDonald's play land. We are not the proud owners of a house, also known as a fort to men, a "thing" to crawl in and around on, and a little picnic table.
It is the picnic table that gives my heart an extra flutter. I want to see Mason sitting on the table, with his little legs dangling down. Grinning at me, with that one little tooth, while he snacks on his cheerios, jabbering and laughing that little belly laugh that I adore hearing. I can't wait for those little Kool-Aid mustaches to appear on that little face. What the heck, I may even give him red Kool-Aid!
I look forward to seeing him sitting there, surrounded by his toys and snacks, as we watch the birds, the bunnies, Jana's dog and the "wild" cats. I will enjoy the wonderful, little sentences that he is sharing with me. His expressions and sounds of delight are most delightful and bring me the largest smile.
Just thinking about the possibilities with Mason the remainder of the summer and this fall make me happy. Happy to hear him jabber and learn to express himself. Happy to hear him speak the new words he will learn during these next few months. Happy just to be with my little guy.
I must go get him quickly. Another week in August will be past us before we know.
Summer Is Flying By
It is hard to believe, but we are half way through August. Summer is going by too quickly. It has not felt like we have had much of a summer this year though, for several reasons. One of which is the weather. We have had way to many cool days. If I remember correctly, was not last year quite hot? I bet if I asked Amy what the weather was like in August, she would reply, "Too damn hot for a pregnant woman."
Another reason I feel like summer did not officially arrive, is because I haven't had my usual breaks. You know what I mean, don't you? Sleeping in until 10:00, rolling out of bed and sitting around in your pajamas for several hours. Instead, I have been very active, not lazy, this summer.
Oh my gosh! What did I just say? I was active? Oh no. I hope that does not set a pattern that will befall me next summer. The only plans I have for next summer is coaxing my grandson to Grandma and Grandpas house for a few days at a time, perhaps a long weekend or two. He will be older then. Maybe he will be a little pistol and his mama and daddy will be glad to have a break for a few days.
In anticipating the remainder of the summer with Mason (I plan to kidnap him very soon and wisk him away to Grandmas), I have turned my backyard into a mini McDonald's play land. We are not the proud owners of a house, also known as a fort to men, a "thing" to crawl in and around on, and a little picnic table.
It is the picnic table that gives my heart an extra flutter. I want to see Mason sitting on the table, with his little legs dangling down. Grinning at me, with that one little tooth, while he snacks on his cheerios, jabbering and laughing that little belly laugh that I adore hearing. I can't wait for those little Kool-Aid mustaches to appear on that little face. What the heck, I may even give him red Kool-Aid!
I look forward to seeing him sitting there, surrounded by his toys and snacks, as we watch the birds, the bunnies, Jana's dog and the "wild" cats. I will enjoy the wonderful, little sentences that he is sharing with me. His expressions and sounds of delight are most delightful and bring me the largest smile.
Just thinking about the possibilities with Mason the remainder of the summer and this fall make me happy. Happy to hear him jabber and learn to express himself. Happy to hear him speak the new words he will learn during these next few months. Happy just to be with my little guy.
I must go get him quickly. Another week in August will be past us before we know.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
It's Been Less Than a Week
I miss my grandson. It is that simple. I know it has only been less than a week since I last held (and chased) the little guy. In fact, I spent three whole days spending time with Mason. The first two were spent at Amy and Matt's house, and I brought him home to spend some time with his Grandpa on Tuesday afternoon, keeping him overnight.
One small problem: Jana was here! Now, I mean that nicely, of course, since I love Jana. However, I think there is an unusual connection between Mason and Jana. He seems to be mentally connected to that girl. She walks past him and he lights up and reaches for her. There are many times he prefers to be held only by na na. He makes that sound when he sees her, but then again, he says na na a lot! Who knows what that really means. Jana prefers to think he is practicing her name.
Tuesday overnight went super. Mason slept all night, well until 4:30. He woke up and surprisingly, did not seem too confused on where he was. I was happy to see that. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stay up or go back to bed. I could hear his little tummy growling. Now I had a dilemma. Do I feed him this early, which may encourage a bad habit for a "snack" so early in the am, or would it encourage him to get up at this time always to play. Hmm. What to do. Well, the growling tummy worked. I made him a bottle, and rocked him back to sleep. Also a big no no. I know. But sometimes a grandma just has to do what she has to do. After all, he WAS teething and had been fussing and crying in the middle of the night the past few weeks. He needed something, I figured.
He slept like a trooper until about 8:30 ish. He he he. His mama couldn't believe it. In fact, most kids sleep in late when they stay with us. We like to think it's the comfort of our home that causes they to relax so. It is definately not the fact that we tend to keep them up a few, really just a few, minutes past their bedtime to play with them. Just thirty minutes. Not a lot! He did not give me (what his mama calls, attitude) a hard time about eating either. He only spit his food out once, in my hair, but hey it was probably dirty anyway!
The day went by way too fast. It was time to take him home. Luckily for me, Dennis was installing a screen door and was running behind schedule. So my "bring him home at 5:00ish" turned into a 6:15 ish thing. His mama called looking for him. She missed her baby. I can't fault her for that. I miss him too when he is not with me. I'd better be careful though, and not make a habit of returning him too late. I might get grounded from Mason. That would be worse than taking away from driver's license, or my cell phone, or worse yet, shopping trips. Yea, not seeing Mason would be worse than anything I can think of.
I just hope I get to see him again really soon. Perhaps I can "babysit" him again really soon. I'm free whenever he is. I need my baby fix again. After all, it is probably time I washed my hair again anyway!
Amy, Matt. I promise I'll return him on time if you let me have him again. Anyway, it's Jana's turn to get food spit into her hair. Then she will really know what it is like to be an Aunt.
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It's Been Less Than a Week
I miss my grandson. It is that simple. I know it has only been less than a week since I last held (and chased) the little guy. In fact, I spent three whole days spending time with Mason. The first two were spent at Amy and Matt's house, and I brought him home to spend some time with his Grandpa on Tuesday afternoon, keeping him overnight.
One small problem: Jana was here! Now, I mean that nicely, of course, since I love Jana. However, I think there is an unusual connection between Mason and Jana. He seems to be mentally connected to that girl. She walks past him and he lights up and reaches for her. There are many times he prefers to be held only by na na. He makes that sound when he sees her, but then again, he says na na a lot! Who knows what that really means. Jana prefers to think he is practicing her name.
Tuesday overnight went super. Mason slept all night, well until 4:30. He woke up and surprisingly, did not seem too confused on where he was. I was happy to see that. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stay up or go back to bed. I could hear his little tummy growling. Now I had a dilemma. Do I feed him this early, which may encourage a bad habit for a "snack" so early in the am, or would it encourage him to get up at this time always to play. Hmm. What to do. Well, the growling tummy worked. I made him a bottle, and rocked him back to sleep. Also a big no no. I know. But sometimes a grandma just has to do what she has to do. After all, he WAS teething and had been fussing and crying in the middle of the night the past few weeks. He needed something, I figured.
He slept like a trooper until about 8:30 ish. He he he. His mama couldn't believe it. In fact, most kids sleep in late when they stay with us. We like to think it's the comfort of our home that causes they to relax so. It is definately not the fact that we tend to keep them up a few, really just a few, minutes past their bedtime to play with them. Just thirty minutes. Not a lot! He did not give me (what his mama calls, attitude) a hard time about eating either. He only spit his food out once, in my hair, but hey it was probably dirty anyway!
The day went by way too fast. It was time to take him home. Luckily for me, Dennis was installing a screen door and was running behind schedule. So my "bring him home at 5:00ish" turned into a 6:15 ish thing. His mama called looking for him. She missed her baby. I can't fault her for that. I miss him too when he is not with me. I'd better be careful though, and not make a habit of returning him too late. I might get grounded from Mason. That would be worse than taking away from driver's license, or my cell phone, or worse yet, shopping trips. Yea, not seeing Mason would be worse than anything I can think of.
I just hope I get to see him again really soon. Perhaps I can "babysit" him again really soon. I'm free whenever he is. I need my baby fix again. After all, it is probably time I washed my hair again anyway!
Amy, Matt. I promise I'll return him on time if you let me have him again. Anyway, it's Jana's turn to get food spit into her hair. Then she will really know what it is like to be an Aunt.
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Out of order, I know
Monday, October 26, 2009
...Mr. Personality arrives.
He's particular. He can be stubborn. He is rather sassy. He knows exactly what he wants, and is figuring out how to get it. He is a trick rider on his 4 wheeler (yes, it's battery operated and no, I am not to blame for it). Everything is made for climbing. He can and he will get up there is his attitude.
He like to share what is on his mind, and no, I don't think it is always pretty, judging by the amount of NO's he tell you and the faces he makes. He is becoming independent. He has an opinion. No, he doesn't want to eat his broccoli first, and you can't make him. No, he is not interested in putting on his clothes, thank you very much.
He struts, just a tiny bit. He's hot stuff and he knows it. All eyes are upon his as he parades back and forth across the room and up and down the hallways. A career in comedy is calling his name, as he makes his audience laugh. And he knows it. He always has one more trick up his sleeve to keep one entertained.
He is noticing his body a bit more lately. He walks, deliberately sticking his belly out and watching it as he walks. His brown tennis shoes are smoking! They also are most interesting to watch, and so easy to take on and off. His shirts and pants are camo. A trophy hunter in the making, he is.
He is no longer a toothless wonder. He has four lovely, little razor sharp knives in his mouth. And that's just the top. Combined with the two on the bottom, he is his own little can opener. His kisses can can have a whole new meaning. Who needs one of those steel sharpening devices, when your chin may have been invented for those pearly little knives.
Not anyone will do anymore. He knows exactly who he wants at a given moment. If you want him and he doesn't want you, out comes the hand as if he is a crossing guard. "NO. STOP." he says, as he snuggles against his mama or daddy. No amount of coaxing in the world can rip him from the arms of mama and daddy if he doesn't want to leave his safety zone.
But when he does want to be held, there is nothing in the world like it. He wraps those little arms around my neck, lays his warm, soft cheek against my face, pats my face, giving me all his love. It may only last for a moment. Then his is off. Off to new adventures. Off to take a fresh look at an old toy. Off he goes when he sees you coming with a diaper. Off he goes, clearly wanting to be chased. Off he goes to hide in the corner, or under the table, after all, YOU can't see him. Off for a wagon ride to see new paths. Off to discovery, sharpening his curious little mind ( just like his teeth).
My wonderful, opinionated, stubborn, passionate, dare devilish, independent, sassy, loving, little comedian. You light up the room with your amazing personality. While I see you as often as possible, I cannot get enough of you.
Speaking of dare devilish, wait until you see what Grandma and Grandpa have for you at their house...Can Mason have a horse?
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Friday, September 4, 2009
Looking Back On the First Year: Tears and Laughter
I got up early this morning so that I could post a message to my daughter, Amy, her son Mason and my youngest daughter, Jana. I must start by saying how proud I am of all three of you. Each of you have overcome a year filled with so much stress and trials.
Amy: Your amaze me. This year you have been put through so much. I will never forget that day that Mason was born. While this is something that you often hear moms and dads say, mamas of daughters who give birth are entitled to say this also. No matter what anyone would have told me, I never could have understood the emotions that poured through me the day you were in labor: happiness (that I was going to be a grandmother), happiness that you were going to experience the joys that I have had the privilege to have, and yet fear was there also. My oldest baby girl was going through something stressful and painful and I could not take it away nor help. I so badly wanted to be in that room, not during the birth, but just encouraging you. But, I know that it is your wonderful husband's job and privilege to do that. My feelings are one of those "mom things."
I could write page after page of how proud of you I am, what a great mom you are: a fighter for your baby, tender, compassionate and such. However, you know how I feel. I love you.
You are blessed with a wonderful, caring husband. It never fails to amaze me how much he loves you and that little boy. Your son is lucky to have a daddy that adores him and cares about his well being as much as his mama. Sometimes that doesn't happen in life. I love you.
Jana: You astound me. This year has been packed full of many emotions and trails for you. The birth of your first nephew. I remember how excited you were to become an aunt. That little boy adores you. He can tell how much you love him. He just beams when you walk into the room. While I often tease you (and I am teasing you) to stay away, it pleases me to see how much joy your bring to him. I have this feeling that two of you will be amazing buddies as he grows.
Your first year of teaching was filled with so much stress. Leaving Mason and Amy that day in August must of been so difficult for you. Not having a place that was ready to move into was difficult for you, I know. Daddy and I felt terrible that we could not help you. You were wonderfully understanding, as you knew how important it was to be here for Amy and Matt. Your first week of PD days and school were so difficult due to Mason's struggles, and your wanting to be there to help your big sister. Amy (and we) know where your heart was the first 6 weeks of his life, even though you were not able to be here. First year teaching, while you are so good at it, is difficult. The joy and excitement you felt was evident.
I am so proud of you. You are an amazing teacher. While I am not a teacher myself, I see them every day and understand the joys and struggles they endure on a daily basis. You have overcame a difficult first year. Your post on your blog regarding your first year made me cry and made me proud. If there was anyone who was created to teach children with needs, it is you. Your sense of humor will carry you far in this field. Your love and determination for these kids will really make a difference. Perhaps you will not see it now, but these kids will remember you many years from now. You are simply put: fantastic. I love you.
Mason: Wow. Sometimes just thinking of you makes me teary. Last time I spent the day watching you, as I was simply holding you on my lack and kissing your little head, all the emotions I had this year for your safety and well being, my love, just came pouring out. Sorry grandma cried like a baby while I held you. Your little face looking at me while I cried was so sweet: I know you were thinking, "hTis lady is crazy." Yet you just smiled at me, a bit in puzzlement. Then off my lap you went, bringing me a book to read, as if you were telling me, "buck it up lady. I'm fine." I am just so thankful to have you in my life. All I am going to say to you are two things: I love you and you are blessed to have great parents.
Well, Grandma has to go. I'm on my way to see you. 9 hours of having you all to myself. Mmmm. Pure heaven coming up in one hour.
Off to get my baby fix.
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
Summer Is Flying By
It is hard to believe, but we are half way through August. Summer is going by too quickly. It has not felt like we have had much of a summer this year though, for several reasons. One of which is the weather. We have had way to many cool days. If I remember correctly, was not last year quite hot? I bet if I asked Amy what the weather was like in August, she would reply, "Too damn hot for a pregnant woman."
Another reason I feel like summer did not officially arrive, is because I haven't had my usual breaks. You know what I mean, don't you? Sleeping in until 10:00, rolling out of bed and sitting around in your pajamas for several hours. Instead, I have been very active, not lazy, this summer.
Oh my gosh! What did I just say? I was active? Oh no. I hope that does not set a pattern that will befall me next summer. The only plans I have for next summer is coaxing my grandson to Grandma and Grandpas house for a few days at a time, perhaps a long weekend or two. He will be older then. Maybe he will be a little pistol and his mama and daddy will be glad to have a break for a few days.
In anticipating the remainder of the summer with Mason (I plan to kidnap him very soon and wisk him away to Grandmas), I have turned my backyard into a mini McDonald's play land. We are not the proud owners of a house, also known as a fort to men, a "thing" to crawl in and around on, and a little picnic table.
It is the picnic table that gives my heart an extra flutter. I want to see Mason sitting on the table, with his little legs dangling down. Grinning at me, with that one little tooth, while he snacks on his cheerios, jabbering and laughing that little belly laugh that I adore hearing. I can't wait for those little Kool-Aid mustaches to appear on that little face. What the heck, I may even give him red Kool-Aid!
I look forward to seeing him sitting there, surrounded by his toys and snacks, as we watch the birds, the bunnies, Jana's dog and the "wild" cats. I will enjoy the wonderful, little sentences that he is sharing with me. His expressions and sounds of delight are most delightful and bring me the largest smile.
Just thinking about the possibilities with Mason the remainder of the summer and this fall make me happy. Happy to hear him jabber and learn to express himself. Happy to hear him speak the new words he will learn during these next few months. Happy just to be with my little guy.
I must go get him quickly. Another week in August will be past us before we know.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Fun Times Ahead
Life has been extremly busy lately. Then again, I am sure that sentence would fit most of our lives. Dennis and I have been up north almost every weekend helping Jana with her home. It became a little more work than we planned, some rather intense. Jana spent all she had in remodeling/repairing bills, and we spent all we felt we could also. Nevertheless, the house is done, minus the trim and a few cupboards.
I have spent several days with mason since my last post. In fact, I spent Tuesday of this week, today and the remainder of the weekend. Tuesday the little guy couldn't attend day care since he had a fever ranging from 99 ish to 102 ish, since Sunday. On Sunday, his 11 month birthday, he cut his first tooth. By that I mean it was all the way through. It was funny when his mama noticed it. She was fishing, yet another thing, he was trying to eat out of his mouth, and she said something like "Ouch." If I remember correctly, then she realized that she felt something rather sharp. Then, "Hey."Finally. What we have waited for happened.
Well, the little guy is up from his am nap and I must get him ready to bring to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the weekend, while his parents go on a much deserved camping trip with their best buds. Jana's down from up north...need I say more?
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...Mr. Personality arrives.
He's particular. He can be stubborn. He is rather sassy. He knows exactly what he wants, and is figuring out how to get it. He is a trick rider on his 4 wheeler (yes, it's battery operated and no, I am not to blame for it). Everything is made for climbing. He can and he will get up there is his attitude.
He like to share what is on his mind, and no, I don't think it is always pretty, judging by the amount of NO's he tell you and the faces he makes. He is becoming independent. He has an opinion. No, he doesn't want to eat his broccoli first, and you can't make him. No, he is not interested in putting on his clothes, thank you very much.
He struts, just a tiny bit. He's hot stuff and he knows it. All eyes are upon his as he parades back and forth across the room and up and down the hallways. A career in comedy is calling his name, as he makes his audience laugh. And he knows it. He always has one more trick up his sleeve to keep one entertained.
He is noticing his body a bit more lately. He walks, deliberately sticking his belly out and watching it as he walks. His brown tennis shoes are smoking! They also are most interesting to watch, and so easy to take on and off. His shirts and pants are camo. A trophy hunter in the making, he is.
He is no longer a toothless wonder. He has four lovely, little razor sharp knives in his mouth. And that's just the top. Combined with the two on the bottom, he is his own little can opener. His kisses can can have a whole new meaning. Who needs one of those steel sharpening devices, when your chin may have been invented for those pearly little knives.
Not anyone will do anymore. He knows exactly who he wants at a given moment. If you want him and he doesn't want you, out comes the hand as if he is a crossing guard. "NO. STOP." he says, as he snuggles against his mama or daddy. No amount of coaxing in the world can rip him from the arms of mama and daddy if he doesn't want to leave his safety zone.
But when he does want to be held, there is nothing in the world like it. He wraps those little arms around my neck, lays his warm, soft cheek against my face, pats my face, giving me all his love. It may only last for a moment. Then his is off. Off to new adventures. Off to take a fresh look at an old toy. Off he goes when he sees you coming with a diaper. Off he goes, clearly wanting to be chased. Off he goes to hide in the corner, or under the table, after all, YOU can't see him. Off for a wagon ride to see new paths. Off to discovery, sharpening his curious little mind ( just like his teeth).
My wonderful, opinionated, stubborn, passionate, dare devilish, independent, sassy, loving, little comedian. You light up the room with your amazing personality. While I see you as often as possible, I cannot get enough of you.
Speaking of dare devilish, wait until you see what Grandma and Grandpa have for you at their house...Can Mason have a horse?
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Friday, September 4, 2009
Looking Back On the First Year: Tears and Laughter
I got up early this morning so that I could post a message to my daughter, Amy, her son Mason and my youngest daughter, Jana. I must start by saying how proud I am of all three of you. Each of you have overcome a year filled with so much stress and trials.
Amy: Your amaze me. This year you have been put through so much. I will never forget that day that Mason was born. While this is something that you often hear moms and dads say, mamas of daughters who give birth are entitled to say this also. No matter what anyone would have told me, I never could have understood the emotions that poured through me the day you were in labor: happiness (that I was going to be a grandmother), happiness that you were going to experience the joys that I have had the privilege to have, and yet fear was there also. My oldest baby girl was going through something stressful and painful and I could not take it away nor help. I so badly wanted to be in that room, not during the birth, but just encouraging you. But, I know that it is your wonderful husband's job and privilege to do that. My feelings are one of those "mom things."
I could write page after page of how proud of you I am, what a great mom you are: a fighter for your baby, tender, compassionate and such. However, you know how I feel. I love you.
You are blessed with a wonderful, caring husband. It never fails to amaze me how much he loves you and that little boy. Your son is lucky to have a daddy that adores him and cares about his well being as much as his mama. Sometimes that doesn't happen in life. I love you.
Jana: You astound me. This year has been packed full of many emotions and trails for you. The birth of your first nephew. I remember how excited you were to become an aunt. That little boy adores you. He can tell how much you love him. He just beams when you walk into the room. While I often tease you (and I am teasing you) to stay away, it pleases me to see how much joy your bring to him. I have this feeling that two of you will be amazing buddies as he grows.
Your first year of teaching was filled with so much stress. Leaving Mason and Amy that day in August must of been so difficult for you. Not having a place that was ready to move into was difficult for you, I know. Daddy and I felt terrible that we could not help you. You were wonderfully understanding, as you knew how important it was to be here for Amy and Matt. Your first week of PD days and school were so difficult due to Mason's struggles, and your wanting to be there to help your big sister. Amy (and we) know where your heart was the first 6 weeks of his life, even though you were not able to be here. First year teaching, while you are so good at it, is difficult. The joy and excitement you felt was evident.
I am so proud of you. You are an amazing teacher. While I am not a teacher myself, I see them every day and understand the joys and struggles they endure on a daily basis. You have overcame a difficult first year. Your post on your blog regarding your first year made me cry and made me proud. If there was anyone who was created to teach children with needs, it is you. Your sense of humor will carry you far in this field. Your love and determination for these kids will really make a difference. Perhaps you will not see it now, but these kids will remember you many years from now. You are simply put: fantastic. I love you.
Mason: Wow. Sometimes just thinking of you makes me teary. Last time I spent the day watching you, as I was simply holding you on my lack and kissing your little head, all the emotions I had this year for your safety and well being, my love, just came pouring out. Sorry grandma cried like a baby while I held you. Your little face looking at me while I cried was so sweet: I know you were thinking, "hTis lady is crazy." Yet you just smiled at me, a bit in puzzlement. Then off my lap you went, bringing me a book to read, as if you were telling me, "buck it up lady. I'm fine." I am just so thankful to have you in my life. All I am going to say to you are two things: I love you and you are blessed to have great parents.
Well, Grandma has to go. I'm on my way to see you. 9 hours of having you all to myself. Mmmm. Pure heaven coming up in one hour.
Off to get my baby fix.
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
Summer Is Flying By
It is hard to believe, but we are half way through August. Summer is going by too quickly. It has not felt like we have had much of a summer this year though, for several reasons. One of which is the weather. We have had way to many cool days. If I remember correctly, was not last year quite hot? I bet if I asked Amy what the weather was like in August, she would reply, "Too damn hot for a pregnant woman."
Another reason I feel like summer did not officially arrive, is because I haven't had my usual breaks. You know what I mean, don't you? Sleeping in until 10:00, rolling out of bed and sitting around in your pajamas for several hours. Instead, I have been very active, not lazy, this summer.
Oh my gosh! What did I just say? I was active? Oh no. I hope that does not set a pattern that will befall me next summer. The only plans I have for next summer is coaxing my grandson to Grandma and Grandpas house for a few days at a time, perhaps a long weekend or two. He will be older then. Maybe he will be a little pistol and his mama and daddy will be glad to have a break for a few days.
In anticipating the remainder of the summer with Mason (I plan to kidnap him very soon and wisk him away to Grandmas), I have turned my backyard into a mini McDonald's play land. We are not the proud owners of a house, also known as a fort to men, a "thing" to crawl in and around on, and a little picnic table.
It is the picnic table that gives my heart an extra flutter. I want to see Mason sitting on the table, with his little legs dangling down. Grinning at me, with that one little tooth, while he snacks on his cheerios, jabbering and laughing that little belly laugh that I adore hearing. I can't wait for those little Kool-Aid mustaches to appear on that little face. What the heck, I may even give him red Kool-Aid!
I look forward to seeing him sitting there, surrounded by his toys and snacks, as we watch the birds, the bunnies, Jana's dog and the "wild" cats. I will enjoy the wonderful, little sentences that he is sharing with me. His expressions and sounds of delight are most delightful and bring me the largest smile.
Just thinking about the possibilities with Mason the remainder of the summer and this fall make me happy. Happy to hear him jabber and learn to express himself. Happy to hear him speak the new words he will learn during these next few months. Happy just to be with my little guy.
I must go get him quickly. Another week in August will be past us before we know.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Fun Times Ahead
Life has been extremly busy lately. Then again, I am sure that sentence would fit most of our lives. Dennis and I have been up north almost every weekend helping Jana with her home. It became a little more work than we planned, some rather intense. Jana spent all she had in remodeling/repairing bills, and we spent all we felt we could also. Nevertheless, the house is done, minus the trim and a few cupboards.
I have spent several days with mason since my last post. In fact, I spent Tuesday of this week, today and the remainder of the weekend. Tuesday the little guy couldn't attend day care since he had a fever ranging from 99 ish to 102 ish, since Sunday. On Sunday, his 11 month birthday, he cut his first tooth. By that I mean it was all the way through. It was funny when his mama noticed it. She was fishing, yet another thing, he was trying to eat out of his mouth, and she said something like "Ouch." If I remember correctly, then she realized that she felt something rather sharp. Then, "Hey."Finally. What we have waited for happened.
Well, the little guy is up from his am nap and I must get him ready to bring to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the weekend, while his parents go on a much deserved camping trip with their best buds. Jana's down from up north...need I say more?
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Christmas 2009 and
This was my last post on thiswholegrandmathing.com. I hope you enjoy it.
Monday, December 28, 2009
...Wow-wa
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As I sat in the living room Christmas Eve, 2009, I cannot help but to think of where my family and I were exactly one year ago, to the day. We were sitting in Amy and Matt's living room, opening up presents with their little guy, who was one day shy of being 4 months old. We had decided to go to their house to celebrate Christmas as the distractions and stress of their traveling to ours was, well, stressful for the baby, and it was important that he remain stress free so that he could eat properly.
I keep a pictures of Mason's first Christmas on my refrigerator and often back at this picture of the baby to remind me, should I ever feel whiny, or sorry for myself, of how blessed I am. This week I will be doing this same thing: Finding that perfect Christmas picture and putting it right beside the first one, again to remind me of how blessed I continue to be. You see, this Christmas was not one filled with worry. Nor did I shed tears worrying about how many millimeters the baby did or did not drink today. This was not a Christmas filled with tears of fear and stress, but one filled with tears of never ending laughter.
You see, Mason is now 16 months old, and was in charge of all the gifts this year. Yes, he should be the one wearing the reindeer antlers. He had a definite opinion on which gift should be opened and by whom, and that would be him, of course. He was the perfect present opener. He was in the glory. He liked to walk over to the tree, and select a package which needed to be opened. He had a preference for this large package, and he kept returning to it over and over again. "Grr" he would groan as he tried to lift this heavy box. "Oohh." he said as he tried to scoot the box out from under the tree. Obviously this package needed to be opened. He was not about to give up on that package just because he couldn't lift it. Finally, some one stepped up to the plate and hauled it out.
"Did you need help?" seemed to be what Mason was saying as he reached out at the packages we held in our hands and began to tear away at the paper. Accompanying these excellent paper tearing skills were words of delight. "Oohh, Aahh" and his favorite, new word, "Wow-wa" he would exclaim. In between these delightful words were phrases which were clearly understood by us, such as "I do it." "Mine."
He understood the game. He knew what needed to be done and exactly how it should be. "Did you know," Mason seemed to tell us, "that packages open easier if you stand on them while you rip off the paper?" "Let me show you." So, on top of the package Mason would hop, facing away from his audience and bending over so his head would be between his legs, he would reach down and rip off the paper. Why, we had no idea it would be easier this way! Thank you, Mason.
Poor Mason. I'm sure this is what he was thinking that Christmas Eve: "I have to show these people everything. They know nothing about Christmas Eve. How have these people functioned without me all these years? These people don't even know what to do with their gifts!"
"Do you know what is done with the big, stainless steel bowl that grandpa bought for my mama and Auntie Jana?" Mason asked. Again, "Let me show you" apparently was what that chatter meant. Off came the bow, which was placed upon his head, and into the bowl the kid climbed. Auntie Jana was not able to let this one pass as Grandpa said, "Give him a ride, Jana." Around and around in circles spun Mason. Mason is squealing in delight while the rest of us are laughing so hard tears are running down our faces. Yes, tears even as the bowl spins out of control and Mason goes flying out and lands on the carpet, with the bow plopping on the floor beside him. Yes, we laughed at his misfortune. I think (and hoped) we asked him if he was ok. I don't remember. We were laughing too hard. However, he must have been, as he grinned and giggled and climbed back in for another spin or two. That's Auntie Jana in the pictures with him (his favorite person, next to mama and daddy).
Yes, I cried last Christmas and I cried this Christmas as well. However, the tears I shed this year were not those of fear and helplessness at this beautiful baby boy's eating issues and his physical well being. No, this year the tears I shed were for another reason: tears of thankfulness because he is eating and tears of happiness because of his physical well being.
Yes, Mason, I will probably cry every single Christmas. Sneak a peek at Grandma Sherry. I'll be the one sitting on the sideline with watery eyes as I watch you open up your gifts. I'll be remembering your first Christmas and remembering the second one as well. No matter how many years will pass, these two events will be engraved in my mind and upon my heart. You see, Mason, you taught Grandma a new word that I will use to silently express my gratitude to God and my amazement at you every Christmas beginning with 2009: "Wow-wa."
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This one is Saturday November 21,2009. I wrote this shortly after Mason called me grandma.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
....And he calls me "Ga ma."
Wow. This has been my lucky month. I have had the joy of seeing and caring for Mason quite a lot lately. His wonderful daycare provider, mama Pammy's mom, has been ill and needed a few days to spend with her mama, so I was able to head down to care for my little guy. She loves her mama deeply and is devastated that she won't be with her much longer. The depth of love is powerful.
As the time drew closer for Amy and Matt to have the baby, there was no way that I could have prepared my mind and heart for how much I would love him or feelings and emotions I get when I see how my daughter and her husband love and nurture that child. I always knew those two would be wonderful parents. It was evident by many things while they dated and their first married years: their eyes when they would talk to a little one, how their voices would soften, and this look would come about their faces when they were enjoying little children. What I didn't know was the emotions, how the depth of love that increases, deepens, widens, when you see your own child love her baby.
I just don't know if it is possible to put into words how your love for your children grows over the years. When your babies are born, there is this instant falling in love that occurs, and you think, "I cannot possibly love you ever more than I do at this moment." And it is true, for that moment. But, the depth changes. It's as if it spreads out and weaves itself into all the little spots, the nooks and crannies, in your body. You change every day, right along with them. They fall down and hurt, so do you. Their eyes light up, so do yours. They have fears and disappointments, you feel them. Yes, you do. In a different way than they do, but just as deeply. When they have joys, you too, experience their happiness.
My youngest daughter, Jana, is a special education teacher. If there was ever a woman made to be a teacher, it is my daughter. She cares, emotionally, for those children as if they were her own. She does not have to physically give birth to them to love them. Nor does they have to be biologically hers to hurt for them, to share in their disappointments and joys.
There is something amazing about that little girl of mine. She has this ability to be extremely compassionate, and she always has. She will go to great length to secure clothing for a child, spending her own money, bringing snacks into the classroom to distribute to those who are hungry, shopping on the weekends for them. She is not shy about asking for assistance. She will do whatever it takes to see that they have appropriate clothing, and any help they need to succeed.
But, she is no pushover, make no mistake about that. She expects and insists that they push beyond their current comfort zone, seeing new accomplishment, which brings them to a higher zone, and then, she expects and insists again that they learn more, think harder. She will not settle for any kid in her classroom just getting by, putting in their time until they graduate. They may not be academically brilliant, they can only read and write at a lower elementary level. But they will know how to handle money, get a library card, fill out employment forms, prepare food, order food in a restaurant, make Dr appointments and such. They will achieve. She expects and demands it.
Speaking of achievement, his name is Mason. He is amazing. He was up last weekend (the entire weekend) and I was one happy grandma. He is so much fun. Heading on 15 months next week, brings a new set of his own achievements! He understands "how" to put on a pair of pants, put his feet into shoes, how his socks go on and off, how to open up containers, and doors need to be shut. He know which drawer is his in the kitchen and where the toys are kept.
Thinking of toys bring me to a confession. I sure that there will be those of you out there who think this is pure laziness. That's OK. Think what you want. After all, you don't live here. But, when Mason leaves, it's OK with me if a toy is left on the living room floor. It's OK if a block is still laying behind the couch (as it is right now as I type). It's ok. It makes me smile. I smile because I remember how he stacked those blocks, dumped them out, handed one to me and carried them from room to room. It's OK with me. I'll pick it up, eventually. Another confessions: I left his barn sit out for two days, just like he left it. I don't care if it is considered "bad housekeeping."
All that really matters is this: He called me "ga ma" three times. Then he held is arms out to me to be picked up. He actually understood and made that connection. That IS all that matters. He called me "ga ma."
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Monday, December 28, 2009
...Wow-wa
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As I sat in the living room Christmas Eve, 2009, I cannot help but to think of where my family and I were exactly one year ago, to the day. We were sitting in Amy and Matt's living room, opening up presents with their little guy, who was one day shy of being 4 months old. We had decided to go to their house to celebrate Christmas as the distractions and stress of their traveling to ours was, well, stressful for the baby, and it was important that he remain stress free so that he could eat properly.
I keep a pictures of Mason's first Christmas on my refrigerator and often back at this picture of the baby to remind me, should I ever feel whiny, or sorry for myself, of how blessed I am. This week I will be doing this same thing: Finding that perfect Christmas picture and putting it right beside the first one, again to remind me of how blessed I continue to be. You see, this Christmas was not one filled with worry. Nor did I shed tears worrying about how many millimeters the baby did or did not drink today. This was not a Christmas filled with tears of fear and stress, but one filled with tears of never ending laughter.
You see, Mason is now 16 months old, and was in charge of all the gifts this year. Yes, he should be the one wearing the reindeer antlers. He had a definite opinion on which gift should be opened and by whom, and that would be him, of course. He was the perfect present opener. He was in the glory. He liked to walk over to the tree, and select a package which needed to be opened. He had a preference for this large package, and he kept returning to it over and over again. "Grr" he would groan as he tried to lift this heavy box. "Oohh." he said as he tried to scoot the box out from under the tree. Obviously this package needed to be opened. He was not about to give up on that package just because he couldn't lift it. Finally, some one stepped up to the plate and hauled it out.
"Did you need help?" seemed to be what Mason was saying as he reached out at the packages we held in our hands and began to tear away at the paper. Accompanying these excellent paper tearing skills were words of delight. "Oohh, Aahh" and his favorite, new word, "Wow-wa" he would exclaim. In between these delightful words were phrases which were clearly understood by us, such as "I do it." "Mine."
He understood the game. He knew what needed to be done and exactly how it should be. "Did you know," Mason seemed to tell us, "that packages open easier if you stand on them while you rip off the paper?" "Let me show you." So, on top of the package Mason would hop, facing away from his audience and bending over so his head would be between his legs, he would reach down and rip off the paper. Why, we had no idea it would be easier this way! Thank you, Mason.
Poor Mason. I'm sure this is what he was thinking that Christmas Eve: "I have to show these people everything. They know nothing about Christmas Eve. How have these people functioned without me all these years? These people don't even know what to do with their gifts!"
"Do you know what is done with the big, stainless steel bowl that grandpa bought for my mama and Auntie Jana?" Mason asked. Again, "Let me show you" apparently was what that chatter meant. Off came the bow, which was placed upon his head, and into the bowl the kid climbed. Auntie Jana was not able to let this one pass as Grandpa said, "Give him a ride, Jana." Around and around in circles spun Mason. Mason is squealing in delight while the rest of us are laughing so hard tears are running down our faces. Yes, tears even as the bowl spins out of control and Mason goes flying out and lands on the carpet, with the bow plopping on the floor beside him. Yes, we laughed at his misfortune. I think (and hoped) we asked him if he was ok. I don't remember. We were laughing too hard. However, he must have been, as he grinned and giggled and climbed back in for another spin or two. That's Auntie Jana in the pictures with him (his favorite person, next to mama and daddy).
Yes, I cried last Christmas and I cried this Christmas as well. However, the tears I shed this year were not those of fear and helplessness at this beautiful baby boy's eating issues and his physical well being. No, this year the tears I shed were for another reason: tears of thankfulness because he is eating and tears of happiness because of his physical well being.
Yes, Mason, I will probably cry every single Christmas. Sneak a peek at Grandma Sherry. I'll be the one sitting on the sideline with watery eyes as I watch you open up your gifts. I'll be remembering your first Christmas and remembering the second one as well. No matter how many years will pass, these two events will be engraved in my mind and upon my heart. You see, Mason, you taught Grandma a new word that I will use to silently express my gratitude to God and my amazement at you every Christmas beginning with 2009: "Wow-wa."
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This one is Saturday November 21,2009. I wrote this shortly after Mason called me grandma.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
....And he calls me "Ga ma."
Wow. This has been my lucky month. I have had the joy of seeing and caring for Mason quite a lot lately. His wonderful daycare provider, mama Pammy's mom, has been ill and needed a few days to spend with her mama, so I was able to head down to care for my little guy. She loves her mama deeply and is devastated that she won't be with her much longer. The depth of love is powerful.
As the time drew closer for Amy and Matt to have the baby, there was no way that I could have prepared my mind and heart for how much I would love him or feelings and emotions I get when I see how my daughter and her husband love and nurture that child. I always knew those two would be wonderful parents. It was evident by many things while they dated and their first married years: their eyes when they would talk to a little one, how their voices would soften, and this look would come about their faces when they were enjoying little children. What I didn't know was the emotions, how the depth of love that increases, deepens, widens, when you see your own child love her baby.
I just don't know if it is possible to put into words how your love for your children grows over the years. When your babies are born, there is this instant falling in love that occurs, and you think, "I cannot possibly love you ever more than I do at this moment." And it is true, for that moment. But, the depth changes. It's as if it spreads out and weaves itself into all the little spots, the nooks and crannies, in your body. You change every day, right along with them. They fall down and hurt, so do you. Their eyes light up, so do yours. They have fears and disappointments, you feel them. Yes, you do. In a different way than they do, but just as deeply. When they have joys, you too, experience their happiness.
My youngest daughter, Jana, is a special education teacher. If there was ever a woman made to be a teacher, it is my daughter. She cares, emotionally, for those children as if they were her own. She does not have to physically give birth to them to love them. Nor does they have to be biologically hers to hurt for them, to share in their disappointments and joys.
There is something amazing about that little girl of mine. She has this ability to be extremely compassionate, and she always has. She will go to great length to secure clothing for a child, spending her own money, bringing snacks into the classroom to distribute to those who are hungry, shopping on the weekends for them. She is not shy about asking for assistance. She will do whatever it takes to see that they have appropriate clothing, and any help they need to succeed.
But, she is no pushover, make no mistake about that. She expects and insists that they push beyond their current comfort zone, seeing new accomplishment, which brings them to a higher zone, and then, she expects and insists again that they learn more, think harder. She will not settle for any kid in her classroom just getting by, putting in their time until they graduate. They may not be academically brilliant, they can only read and write at a lower elementary level. But they will know how to handle money, get a library card, fill out employment forms, prepare food, order food in a restaurant, make Dr appointments and such. They will achieve. She expects and demands it.
Speaking of achievement, his name is Mason. He is amazing. He was up last weekend (the entire weekend) and I was one happy grandma. He is so much fun. Heading on 15 months next week, brings a new set of his own achievements! He understands "how" to put on a pair of pants, put his feet into shoes, how his socks go on and off, how to open up containers, and doors need to be shut. He know which drawer is his in the kitchen and where the toys are kept.
Thinking of toys bring me to a confession. I sure that there will be those of you out there who think this is pure laziness. That's OK. Think what you want. After all, you don't live here. But, when Mason leaves, it's OK with me if a toy is left on the living room floor. It's OK if a block is still laying behind the couch (as it is right now as I type). It's ok. It makes me smile. I smile because I remember how he stacked those blocks, dumped them out, handed one to me and carried them from room to room. It's OK with me. I'll pick it up, eventually. Another confessions: I left his barn sit out for two days, just like he left it. I don't care if it is considered "bad housekeeping."
All that really matters is this: He called me "ga ma" three times. Then he held is arms out to me to be picked up. He actually understood and made that connection. That IS all that matters. He called me "ga ma."
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