It’s a Girl!

I hinted awhile back that I was going to be a Grandma again and now I can finally say the words out loud, woot woot!

My daughter is having baby #2 and she’s a girl. We’re having lots and lots of fun with names but don’t have one as of yet. If you have any unique girl names you LOVE, please feel free to share them. We’re open to all suggestions!

I do have ultrasound images though:

Look at that little foot!! ❀ ❀ ❀

My daughter is 20 weeks and baby is already head down. She’s not yet even one pound but she’s right on track with her growing. The tech predicts she’ll be a high 6 or low 7 lb baby. SO SMALL! My son was 10lbs 1 oz and my daughter was almost 9 lbs! What do you even do with a little sprite like that? Hee hee. OV was wee too but then grew into one of those chonky babes with delicious rolls and pudges. ❀

I have this feeling that she’ll be early…like early, early. OV was 2 weeks early, I’m thinking this bebe will be 3 or 4. Its just a feeling I have and of course I hope I’m wrong. That’s a bit too early.

PLUS, I haven’t even started knitting her blanket yet. I need all the time I can get, eek!

Monday Memes- Germs, Swearing & Rudeness!

Happy Monday! It’s a long weekend here and I am “enjoying” this little one:

I say “enjoying” because after FOUR WHOLE DAYS with a 14 month old, it’s actually “enduring” ha! Toddlers are a lot of work! How did I ever have my own? How do any of us? Even my bestie- a child care PROFESSIONAL- is a little in awe of us. She thinks we’re brave…

He goes home today and while his current nickname is The Terrorist, he’s been most excellent for someone with such high needs. He’s napping now so I can say that ;P I know five seconds after he leaves I’ll miss him <3. And how lucky am I to have full and easy access to him? Pretty damn lucky!

I bought a flat of strawberries on Friday. I froze them all up -made some jam too!- and am thinking about all the yummy things I’m going to make with them:

Ha!

I love me a man who swears and this human is a particularly fine one πŸ™‚

My birds are so hilariously bold now! The Crow visits me every so often and calls to me to come out. I am very well trained! The Blue Jays sit in the tree and stare in at me, if they cant find me in one room, they fly to another window and the Magpies seem pretty content to just ignore me. I bought some seed for the little birds so we’ll see how they react. As it is now they like to take me out at the knee in the yard by flying straight past me as I walk by…little asses! So far no Mockingbirds though πŸ˜›

Rude!

I hope your Monday is going well and if it’s not I hope it goes quickly for you so you can start fresh on Tuesday!

Love and Squishy Hugs!

G is for *Grandparenting A-Z Challenge.

This one taught me about ferocious protectiveness, expectations versus reality, loss, insecurity, Oneness, acceptance and renewal. She showed me my mortality. She showed me myself perfectly reflected in her. She showed me love.

A headstrong, goofball wild-child blessing. My Miss Sassafras.

This one taught me to relax into comfort and ease. To love wholeheartedly with security, to watch and admire all with wonder and awe and, that good things come to those who wait, even after a loss.

My bulldozer baby, Mr. OV.


Being a Grandmother is the best role I’ve ever been in. It’s not perfect. Please don’t misunderstand me, its nowhere close to being a perfect experience but it is RICH in all things and FULL of LIFE. I am so grateful to have experienced this stage, as it is. I feel like the Skin Horse in The Velveteen Rabbit, REAL.

I hope you all get the chance to be come REAL too.

Love & Squishy Hugs.

Blueberry Muffins w/ Soph and Grammy.

We had our girl over the other weekend. This kid is getting huge! Yet she is but a wee four year old. How can that all be ? πŸ™‚

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Growth mystery aside, we had fun with her. We went and saw a movie- Smallfoot.- where that kid ate her weight in popcorn, I swear. We hung around the house and played with some toys – Grammy and Grumpus ate A LOT of plasticine food on tiny Ikea plates.- We even made real food! Blueberry muffins, using my mother in law’s recipe.

 

We had some silly fun and ended up with a delicious treat. (I may or may not have added in some white chocolate chips )

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Blueberry Buttermilk Muffins

  1. Β 2.5 cups flour
  2. 2.5 tsp baking powder
  3. 1 cup sugar
  4. 1 cup buttermilk
  5. 2 large eggs, well beaten
  6. 1/2 cup butter, melted
  7. 1.5 cups blueberries, fresh or frozen. Whatevs.

Sift dry ingredients into a bowl. Make a well and add buttermilk,eggs and melted butter. Mix well, and fold in blueberries. Will well greased tins with batter and bake at 400 F for 20-25 min. Enjoy.

Sophia said the muffins tasted like ” rotten garbage” Ha Ha Ha! Little shit. They did not, I assure you. I think maybe they just weren’t cupcakes which is what she really wanted to make.

I learned a thing or two from this experience and as I am a child care professional – no really!- here are my tips for cooking with your grandbabies

  1. Make the thingsΒ they want to make. Soph wanted cupcakes, I didn’t have the ingredients for those so we made muffins. She was happy to doΒ something with me, but cupcakes would have been a bigger hit. Give the kids the power of choice here.
  2. Make sure your grandchild is old enough to help you in the kitchen and make sure the thing you’re making and the tasks you give them are age appropriate. It saves on frustration all around AND ensures their safety. Are they stable enough to stand on a stool? Is the stool stable? How are their listening skills? Can they follow direction? What about their fine motor skills?
  3. Speaking of safety, don’t freak out too, too much about this. I let Soph lick the butter knife, she ate some batter (like I could stop her, ha) I’ve let her cut things up. WithΒ attentive supervision all things are possible. Use your judgement, talk them through it and take a few reasonable risks.
  4. Tidy up the place a bit. Have all your ducks -ingredients- in a row. My kitchen was a train wreck and it made things a bit more challenging. But I’d already invited her in to help and she was eager to do so and didn’t want to wait for Grammy. Next time, I’ll make sure I keep my mouth shut til its clean and I’m organized.
  5. Have fun! You can still teach good hygiene and proper measuring techniques as you go but the real goal here is to spend time with your love, engaged and connected. Don’t worry too much about the mechanics of the thing. Enjoy your time together!

 

We’re having the younger one this weekend.

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OV is eight months old now and army crawling all over the place! Time to baby proof Grammy’s place. He’s going to be a helluva lot of work for the next little bit but boy is he ever cute. I suspect I’ll survive πŸ˜‰

 

Heart-Child

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My first Heart-Child turns four today. The days are long but the years are short. I don’t know how this kid got to be four, but here she is.

I adore being a Grammy. It’s the best role I’ve found myself in yet. A million times better than being a parent. I’d even go so far as to say, grandparenting is the only reason one should have children. Ha.

All the love and none of the angst. What a marvellous thing. 10/10 would recommend.

This little girl, besides being a gift, gave me a gift.

The gift of my own mortality.

When we first met, I was instantly struck by these thoughts:

Here is someone who is going to miss me when I die. She’s going to know my death and its going to be a loss. I am going to die, in her lifetime.

I never ever thought about this with my own kids because I was too damn terrified of their deaths, never mind my own. I spent 18 years of their lives doing my best to keep them alive. (And I did it, go me!)

I think being released from that job, symbolically with the birth of my girl allowed me to wake up to my own death. And that’s pretty fucking cool. Because when we acknowledge we’re going to die every day, the days that we live get that much better. We’re free to filter out the nonsense and focus on the things that really matter to us. Enabling us to live a full, rich life. While we still have one!

I don’t want my life to be like my Summers. Lollygagging around as if its going to last forever and then get to the end and have regrets.

So endless thanks to my favourite four-year old!

What are your thoughts on death? Are you afraid of it? Curious about it? Tell me in the comments.