You'll have to forgive me. I had the best of intentions to post early today. I even had plans to write and save it a day in advance. But the text messages and phone calls that started Tuesday night about midnight resulted in a spur of the moment trip with the other grandma to Tucson -- just 20 minutes before the birth of grandbaby #18. Franklin Jerome Wright. 7# 7 oz. 20 inches long -- on my grandma's birthday! I never get tired of witnessing the miracle of a new life entering the world. Six hours later we took mom and baby Franklin home to meet his two-year-old brother and five-year-old sister. Suffice it to say - I've been a little busy.
|Big Sister adores her baby brother.|
We baked cupcakes and danced and read books and sang songs. We put together puzzles and played hide-and-go-seek. We ate peanut butter sandwiches, did laundry, gave Franklin his first little sponge bath, and watched Elmo over and over again. All in just over 24 hours.
Part of me misses experiencing these kind of moments on a daily basis. Then my arthritic joints remind me why we have children when we are younger. There is a time and a season for all things. I am blessed to have good health and to be able to enjoy my grandchildren...and then give them back to mom and dad. It's fun to be able to enjoy playing and not have to be the "bad guy." I get to blame all the rules on their parents (heeheehee).
|Content in Mom's arms.|
|First "bath"...yeah...not so content.|
|All cozy again.|
thanks for letting me share with you...