GRANDBABY ARRIVES...

Yes, for those of you who have been hiding under a rock and I have yet to find you to tell you...we have become proud grandparents.

Pretty exciting for so many reasons. We do have Little Miss, but we missed out on her baby years. She was three when we first met her...and a wary child is different to a baby that is learning everyone, and every thing, for the first time.


We met her yesterday....and as big sister says 'she's adorable'.

So much comes back to you...how your arms know how to hold a baby...how you instantly start to rock when she begins to cry.

A baby's skin is so very soft and there is that smell...that fresh new scent that is pure baby.


And this week we have the added joy of having Little Miss stay with us. This means the routine of packing school lunches and snacks, dropping her off at school (today with swimming stuff) and picking her up afterwards. There is the reading each night, the maths...and a bit of fun.

This of course has led to some interesting conversations. Driving to school this morning and she was amazed at the fog patches. We talked about how some of it looked like cotton balls sitting at the bottom of the hills - but as we turned a corner there was 'a hill of fog but one you couldn't climb.'


There was also talk about being a grandparent.

'Are you my grandmother?'
Yes.
'Are you baby's grandmother?'
Yes.
'Will you always be our grandmother?'
Yes, I will.

A few moments of thought before 'until you're dead then you won't be our grandmother you'll just be dead.'

So exciting and different times for us. (It has been nearly 20 years since we've done the whole primary school routine). And of course I'm noting things down.

How each baby has their own cry - and in differing tones- quite musical at times.
How a hospital room soon fills up with flowers and balloons...and meal trays.


I'm sure both of these girls will spark ideas and interesting times.

Vicki 

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