Being a Grandparent

When Grandparenting isn’t Fun

Impossible, you say. Everyone knows that being a grandparent is a barrel of fun. And yes, it is, until someone gets sick.

The Evil Norovirus attacked my granddaughters and me with a vengeance this week, and it took no prisoners. My daughter called me Tuesday and asked me if I could come help her because the baby was sick. Being the loving mother and grandmother I am, I of course went to give her some time to rest and clean and run to the grocery store. Three-year-old granddaughter entertained me and we played while the little one slept. 
Asleep on the “Coco-pedic.” As much as I hate for them to be sick, I do love the cuddling.
The next morning I got word that TYO was now sick. Before I raced to the rescue I noticed that my stomach was a little off but I told myself it was nothing. At D’s house I held towels next to my sweet G’s mouths as they vomited and held them when they cried. I helped D clean up around the house when I could. Just after lunch my own tummy announced its displeasure. I made the wise decision to go on home, not wanting to leave the girls but afraid of what might happen if I didn’t. Turns out I made the right choice.
They stayed here all day.  So not normal.

My tummy had my north and south poles revolting all night long and into the next morning, leaving me weak and five pounds lighter. (That last part didn’t last!) Yep, all that grandma loving left me wide open for some norovirus love. And if that’s love, I’d hate to see the hate!

Too sick to play with the new Play-doh set Mommy got her.

My daughter sent me some information she found on Reddit, which said in essence that the way the norovirus spreads is by being spewed forth in bodily fluid eruptions from the body. The virus causes fluid to be drawn from all over the body to provide a medium for itself. Horrible. All I need to convince me to wash my hands and disinfect all contacted surfaces. Another interesting tidbit? The usual disinfectants won’t kill the norovirus, so she ordered special wipes from Amazon. You can get them here, as well as other products that will kill viruses.

Baby during a burst of energy before bed.

It’s been six days, and still the girls don’t feel like themselves. TYO is still lying on the couch, but she is at least eating and playing a bit.  Baby eats well and plays, but tires easily and is fussy.  This old coot sprang back after two days, and even went to work yesterday. 

Happier days. . .

It’s hard to see my sweet grandbabies not feeling well. I’d give anything to chase them around outside, even while sweating in the 95-degree heat. I want to hear them giggling, whining, and even fighting with each other. They are the sunshine of this granny’s life, and I pray there’ll be many more sunny days ahead. Please God, make my babies feel good again.


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Being a Grandparent

Coco: World Traveler and Grandma Extraordinaire

One of the many beautiful beaches in Costa Rica

Can it be three months since my last post?  If you’re following my attempts at blogging, I apologize.  Life just gets in the way sometimes, and sometimes in a glorious fashion!

November found me most days at the little shop where I work part-time.  We got busy with Christmas gift wrapping earlier than usual this year, which required some schedule rearranging so I could be at work. It seemed that with Thanksgiving being a little early, our customers started their shopping earlier, and called upon us to wrap their treasures.  We’re not complaining, though.  We were very busy until Christmas Eve.

I got a break in the wrapping frenzy, though.  My son and his wife invited me to come along with them on vacation to help with my two-year-old grandson.  Destination?  Costa Rica!

One last chance to use my passport before it expired, and what a lovely way to do it!  We enjoyed a tropical paradise while everyone here had to dig out their heavy winter coats.  The Pacific Ocean was absolutely beautiful, the howler monkeys and iguanas fascinating, and the bonding time with my grandson priceless.

Me and grandson just before a wave hit him and made him scared of the beach the rest of the trip!
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, so after ten days we returned to our daily lives, and me to the wrapping frenzy.  I’ll never forget my time with my son and his family, and I’ll forever treasure the moments my grandson and I shared.
I can’t believe I’m here!
“Tell me about the trains in the shower, Coco,” he says when we lay down for his nap.  Then I tell him the special bedtime story I made up just for him. “Nighty night, sleep tight!”
Being a Grandparent

She’s here!

My new granddaughter is finally here!
I won’t bore you with the details of my
daughter’s lengthy labor and delivery, but
I will say we were all exhausted by the
time Evelyn Rose arrived!
It was all worth it,
Don’t you agree?

Watching my baby girl give birth to her own baby girl was an experience I will treasure in my heart forever.  
Being a grandmother is such a blessing.
Being a Grandparent

You Know I’m All About That Baby. . .

Do you know that Grammy winning song by Meghan Traynor, “All About That Bass?”
I thought I would revise the lyrics a bit in honor of my new grandson Kipson, who is already six weeks old!
Only one month old in this photo!
“Because you know I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby, no trouble–
I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby, no trouble.
I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby, no trouble,
I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby.
Yeah, it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no old lady,
But I can rock him, rock him like I’m supposed to do,
‘Cause I got that bosom that all the babies love,
All the right junk in all the right places.
I see other women my age obsessed with working out,
We know they’re not real,
Come on now, make it stop..
If you got babies, granny, just raise ’em up,
‘Cause every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.
Two weeks old.
Yeah, my friends they told me that being a grandma is the best in the world,
They said you’ll never believe what that baby will do to your heart,
You know I won’t be no rich, skinny, famous, or flawless grandma,
But I’ll love him to the end of the world and with all of my heart!
Because you know I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby, no trouble,
I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby, no trouble,
I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby, no trouble,
I’m all about that baby, ’bout that baby.
I’m bringin’ grandma love,
Go ahead and tell your mommy and daddy hey,
Now I’ll be playin’ with you and all your toys,
I’m here to tell ya every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.
St. Patrick’s Day, five weeks.
Yeah, my friends they told me that being a granny is the best thing in the world,
You know I can’t wait to be with the offspring of my own child.
You know I don’t live too far away to visit any time at all,
So you just tell Mommy and Daddy you want to see your grandma!
Because you know I’m all about grandbaby, grandbaby, no trouble,
I’m all about grandbaby, grandbaby, no trouble,
I’m all about grandbaby, no trouble,
I’m all about grandbaby, grandbaby. . .”
My apologies to Meghan Traynor and everyone else involved, but I couldn’t resist.
Now if I could only get my hands on that sweet grandson of mine again SOON!

Saturday Ramblings: Self-image vs. reality

The other day I got ready for work, thinking I looked really cute in my jeans, ruffled lacy tank, and lace zipper jacket.  I work one day a week at Festival of Flags, a little gift-wrapping and flag shop in Tyler. Unfortunately we weren’t very busy so no one got to see how cute my outfit was!  
The next Thursday I dressed even cuter, and we had more business but not even one person made a comment about my outfit!  
Today I realized why.  I was shopping at a darling little boutique in Canton called LaurieAnna’s Vintage Home, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  There seems to be a HUGE difference in my perception of myself and how I really look to the world.  My grandmother used to sum it up with these words:  “I look in the mirror and I ask, ‘Who is that old woman?'”
Because you see, walking past that mirror was not the cute young woman I expected to see, but a chunky middle-aged woman with more than a bit of a muffin top and double chin.  What the heck?  When did THAT happen?  I mean, I check myself in my mirror at home before I venture out into the world, but I certainly don’t see the image I see when I am in public!
Oh well.  Who wants a skinny grandma, I always say.  Not that I’m a grandma yet, but I could certainly pass for one.  I guess I’ll always be 25, thin, and cute in my mind.  Now to find mirrors that lie, at least a little.