Xboy will have to wait. I have an announcement to make.
There is a baby in the house!
She is beautiful and perfect, and I am much happier about this development than I expected to be. Sure, I thought I would be pleased to see my granddaughter. I just didn’t know how intensely happy I would be. I remember crying in the middle of the night and dirty diapers and the constant need for attention even after a long, exhausting day at work.
I forgot about the magic of a tiny, perfect little life in my arms. I forgot about the tiny yawns and the soft breath and the absolute peace of an infant’s slumber. And I never before knew what it was to be a grandparent. It is a different feeling, knowing the joy without the stress and fear of the ultimate responsibility.
It was a wonderful thing to wake up this morning with Granny bringing that girl into our room for some snuggling before I had to get ready for work. It is a wonderful thing knowing I’ll go home later today to watch her sleep on her mother’s chest.
I think I like this.
I should add, with perfect objectivity, that my granddaughter is the most beautiful baby alive. I told my daughter after the long, hard labor, that I was glad she didn’t get one of those ugly babies. She did well. Despite my fears and frustrations, despite the poor choices that got her into this, she did well.
Unexpectedly, the baby’s father was at the delivery. We didn’t expect him to show, but he did. And he passed out! That’s my favorite part of the story. The guy passed out, and they had to revive him with smelling salts. I want someone to tell that story at my funeral.
My second favorite story was from yesterday. Instead of cigars, I’m passing out bottles of beer in celebration. I made pink labels with the baby’s name, date of birth and weight. When I was in the store yesterday buying the beer to celebrate my granddaughter’s birth, the checker asked for my ID!
I’m a happy man.
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Congratulations!
I love that you got carded almost as much as you wanting that story told at your funeral.
YAYYYYYYYYY!!!! NOW I understand the beer comment on my blog. I'm expecting my bottle in the mail. LOL.
That's so awesome and you know, I get evil enjoyment that the father passed out. I shouldn't but I do.
Congratulations, Gramps. I'm thrilled for you!!!
Hope your daughter is doing well.
He passed out? Bwahahahaha! So... Do we ever get to see a picture of this beautiful baby?
siz--thank you.
jen mck--I'd send you beer, but I've drunk it all already.
tink--that's a good question; I'll leave that up to the Keeper of the Photos (Granny).
CONGRATS,Gramps! Send me a pic and I'll make a couple free pages just for you and Granny! No crosses count no strings attached and I promise to try and make it as sweet as I'm sure she is! I never felt bad for you but today I sure felt good for you! By the way I love to get carded at the liquor store and bar. So just for that I'll have a beer this evening on YOU!
Awww, I just love it when a big old strong man turns all mushy around a baby!
Congrats, I'm jealous!
Congratulations to the whole family! Babies have a way of bringing out the best in us. I'm happy for you all :)
(Great stories, by the way!)
Congratulations! I'm so excited for you that the little boy has arrived and he's a cutie to boot.
I love that he passed out. That's hilarious!
Duh... little girl has arrived and she's a cutie to boot.
I don't know what happened there!
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