“Life doesn’t get more real than having a newborn.” ~ Eric Church
Youngest grandchild status is a wonderful thing…until it seems that you are no longer the youngest grandchild. At least it appears to be so looking at Fallon’s reaction to her auntie’s beautiful first born baby in the arms of her Papa.
Soon enough she will realize that her status as very much adored grand child is absolutely secure. Then shall come the perks of having someone younger than you to play with, to look up to you and for you to maybe boss around…kind of like your life with Hazel. There’s also the consolation of the fact that your youngest grand child status is secure under The Big Top…at least for now.
Congratulations and welcome to the world, beautiful Baby E.
For so many reasons, Daniel just was not feeling Halloween; and like so much that is right now my youngest child, my only son as a teenager, I just wasn’t sure how to feel about it all. But rather than wallow in the sadness and melancholic feels that come when your babies grow up I decided to punt because any mom of teens knows that is what you do a lot when you’re raising up these teens.
That doesn’t mean that there was no candy.
Ya gotta have candy…it’s Halloween.
But for something completely different, tourists were our chosen costumes.
Tourists in San Francisco.
As touristy as we wanted to be all day long!
Perfect day in the City by the Bay.
I’m a damn good punter.
Meanwhile, the grand ghouls represented the Family Circus well in the Trick or Treat trenches
…as Marceline, the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time…
…and Dorothy Gale.
No apologies, just acknowledging that living life day to day sometimes will distract.
Doctors’ appointments and wondering what pediatrician’s office doesn’t have these germ encrusted toys that our kids always want to play with? Sorry, some things micro preemie moms just never let go even when their extremely premature baby is now a teenager.
Road trips…for more doctors’ office visits.
Exhausting they are…completely.
Back to school adventures begin and we pause wondering how in the world can she be in SECOND GRADE??!!
And how can she possibly be hundreds of miles from home starting college which includes a class studying Orange Is The New Black? She better ace that class. I mean it.
Then there’s work…
and laundry…yes, still…
Life distracts from taking the time to sit down and write about life and I offer no apology because life distracts…and because I have several loads of laundry waiting to be folded.
One would imagine that with only 2 of my 5 children remaining here under The Big Top that there would be so much less to juggle. One would be wrong.
Give me a sec to adjust this juggling act.
Traveling to Washington for my sister’s wedding means driving from the 209 to Yakima, Washington – 11+ hours of driving according to Google maps – with 8 stops along the way.
Yes, eight stops.
Traveling with this crazy. Now can you imagine why 8 stops a long the way? Add the crazy Oregon drivers traveling along Interstate 97 at the break neck speed of 50 mph and the road closure at 5:30 PM with literally one lane of a highway open for one mile with NOTHING GOING ON but a mile of road cones, and it ended up being a 16 hour adventure.
But you know what? It was a day spent with my favorite, crazy Hazey-Face, her mama and darling daughter #3. A day with great music, new and old…um, Hanson?
An attack grasshopper.
Abby will never invite a grasshopper along for the ride ever again. Ever.
It was an adventure. But like the poet Rihanna sings, when I am with you there’s no place I’d rather be. Truly.
What can possibly be sweeter than matchy-matchy mother daughter fashions? Except for when the daughter is of certain age where it is more like…
GAWD, MOM! NO!!!
I had that moment when I was in high school. Sure Mommy Dearest wasn’t even 40 when she decided to wear the exact same peasant blouse, jeans and platform sandals but…
GAWD, MOM! NO!!!
Quite possibly almost as mortifying as when she dragged me to protest with her, front and center against Jimmy Carter when he was running for President.
Hollie had that moment when I joked that perhaps we could have mother-daughter dresses for her wedding. Moms of daughters, take note. Not funny. No, really. Not funny at all. Especially when your daughter is trying on wedding gowns.
But when they are, oh I don’t know, maybe seven? What can be more awesome than dressing like mom? So awesome that you, the seven year old suggest it and mom agrees because mom is super cool that way.
Oh happy day!
Let me remind y’all that THIS was HER idea.