Seniors receiving assistance from the U.S. Government compare to animals in the wild. Stop feeding the animals, as the analogy goes, and you won’t have dependent human beings. Thank you, Oklahoma State GOP. Read More
Others of us are just getting into the whole grandparent gig – and liking it. We joke about spoiling the grandchildren and then sending them home to their parents. We find those little ones “perfect in every way,” as my mentor described his first grandchild years ago.
We do wonder from time to time what is our role, our vocation. Walter Brueggemann suggests the vocation of a grandparent is to offer the juice of emancipation. We tell the stories of liberty and freedom, of what hopes there are when we leave our Pharoahs behind. Read More
What a day. Jason called about 4:00 p.m. and said, “Well it looks like it is time.” After enduring increasingly intense contractions, Tommie made her doctor’s appointment about 3:30 p.m. They wheeled her over to the Labor & Delivery floor at Children’s.
Patty had just begun a long procedure at work and would not be able to leave early. We left the house about 5:30 p.m. just sure we would miss Max’s arrival. We called Tommie. Patty did not want to think about missing Tommie’s first. In this instance it was daughter consoling mother. “He is not here yet Mom.” Read More
For weeks, 13 to be exact if you begin from when we found out Tommie and Jason were pregnant, we have wondered about our next grandchild. Will we have another grandson or will we have our first granddaughter? Healthy is our priority. But curiosity does leave a person wondering.
Yesterday we went with Tommie and Jason to their sonogram appointment. We watched as the sonographer measured the yet-to-be-born baby’s most important features. We observed the steady beating heart. We witnessed the development of the brain, legs, hands, feet, and spine. These were all important. But, the question on everyone’s mind evidenced by either wearing a bow or a mustache was, “Boy or girl?”
We did not realize we would be sworn to secrecy until this evening. Jason and Tommie planned a “reveal” party for some friends. We would have to wait to tell until then. I felt like John the Baptists, though I was not mute. How many times did I want to “Tweet” it or post the news to Facebook. Plenty.
Now I am free to tell – we will be the proud grandparents of a baby . . . boy! Max is to arrive in January. He meets all the requirements of being nearly 20 weeks along. Grammy has already made a gift and presented it by the time you read this.
On his First Birthday Whistle Stop Tour the balloons were out and his constituency was on hand. Rallying the crowds with smiles, laughter, and the reception of his first kickbacks (read, gifts), Cohen had those on hand hanging on his every expression.
What fun we had Tuesday evening. After an early entrance and a month in the NICU, we celebrated Cohen Alan’s First Birthday. Technically he is 12/10. But, you don’t count from when they should have arrived. After all only the birth by doctors assistance is any baby ever on schedule. They are either early or late.
We enjoyed grilled hamburgers and hot links. Gran Gran’s potato salad was a great compliment. And, we had two cakes courtesy of Johnnie’s Bakery – a “smash cake” and a Spiderman Cake. We do think he is quite “super.”
Who would not vote for this face?
Enjoy! We do. Read More