So...I'm Obviously Sucking at This

Would you believe I forgot I have a blog? No? Yeah, me either. You wouldn't be so surprised it's taken me this long to post if you'd seen the number of crochet UFOs in my closet. (UFO = unfinished object)

My current work-in-progress is the Cathedral Rose Window Afghan from Annie's Attic. I've wanted to make this thing for YEARS. Eighty-something dollahs later, there's a little voice in my head warning me not to let it go the way of my blog. LOL Is it possible to have OCD and ADD? I'm obsessed with things for as long as I can remember them.

So the two new granddaughters are about a year and a half old, and both are as lovely as can be. I previously posted a pic of Zoey with a headless Elizabeth in the background. I promise to post a pic of Liebe tonight, if for no other reason than she'll be howling at the inequality ten years from now. Anyway, since that post, I acquired another grand baby...the first grandson, William. I call him Chuck. He looks like Charlie Brown, big head and all. He's so handsome! One big dimple in his right cheek, and he shows it off all the time because he's always smiling. Good thing her third baby is a happy one, with all of them under the age of four. If he hadn't been, I'm sure she would've traded them all for whatever is behind door number four. I know I would've.

OK, so I'll update with pics later. Tonight. Really.

Edit: I promised pics. Here are all four gorgeous grands.

This is Zoey with Elizabeth's head.

This is Liebe.

This is Will.

Granny's Girls

This is my granddaughter Zoey, at four days old. Her forearm is about as long as my thumb, and about as big around. Surely she'll put on some weight, right?

In the background is my oldest granddaughter Elizabeth, taking a break from eating eating her flavored lip balm. I'll have to find a picture of her with her head included to share.

My other granddaughter Leibe (the German word for love, but they're pronouncing it Libby) hasn't made her arrival yet, thank goodness.

There is a distinct shortage of boys in our family, and nobody feels it more than my step-son and my sons-in-law. You'd think we are suffocating them with estrogen. Poor fellas. Boo-hoo.

So, I'm thirty-something (almost forty-something), and I'm not one of those I'm-too-young-to-be-called-Grandma chickies. OK, I'm too young to be a grandma, but there's no use crying over fertilized eggs.

All of my grandmothers (including the greats) were called Grandma. *BORING* My grand babies are gonna call me Granny. That just makes me giggle. This granny drives a truck, works 40+ hours a week, wears big stomping lace-up platform shoes, listens to classic hard rock, and loves her girls more than they'll ever know.

(Original photo by JPendleton, some rights reserved.)

It's a Girl!

OK, we already knew it was going to be a girl, but last check her birthdate was supposed to be closer to February 12th. I know there's no way to force a baby to adhere to any kind of schedule, so I shouldn't have been surprised.

While I was somewhere west of here (Louisiana, I think), I got a call from my daughter. At the hospital. They were trying to stop her labor because she was about five weeks early.

That didn't work, and when I was about 25 miles away, I became a grandma. Again. (Did I mention I have a 2-year old granddaughter? She is the noobie baby's older sister.) I'm expecting another granddaughter any day now, but the doctors and her grandmothers would be pleased if she waits a few weeks to make her entrance.

Anyway, I am the proud grandmother of a tiny, beautiful, tiny baby girl. Did I mention she is tiny? And beautiful?? I guess it's time to finish knitting the two baby blankets. OK, it's obviously past time, but I work well under pressure.

(Original photo by brokinhrt2, some rights reserved.)

Reasonings & Seasonings

Pssst. First post. I'm guilty of subjecting my captive audience to my progressively-more-frequent ravings (no, Dear Reader, I'm not really holding anyone captive - although my kids might disagree). Maybe I'll be content to dish my mental meanderings here, and they'll get some peace. Who am I kidding? This will end up being one more thing I stress over. Welcome to my world.

My daughter and step-daughter are both expecting...both due in February. When they each shared their happy news, their ETAs were February 12th. Both of them. (Did they go to the same party??) Their husbands weren't worried, but I was beyond relieved every time the dates changed. ETAs are now the 12th and 17th. *whew* Maybe I'll have time to shower and change between deliveries.

(Original photo by Ross Berteig, some rights reserved.)