He’s great...I’m great...we’re all great.
That’s my newest great nephew Joseph Michael with my oldest great nephew Nathan John. Di commented how is baby Nathan holding a baby? Exactly. And it’s not some scandal like my niece was popping out babies when she was 9 years old – I’m the youngest of 5 and her mom is 13 years older than I am – do the math – it’s ok.
I went to officially meet the baby on Saturday. Earlier I called Trisha and told her I was making both ‘greats’ a bear and a dino. She said – good idea to get Nathan something – the day you were born everyone came in with gifts and I would say – thanks! And then they would pass me up or they’d let me unwrap it and it would be a rattle and I’d be like I’m 6 ½ what the hell am I supposed to do with a rattle?? I told my mom this story and she didn’t even let me finish – she said – come on you were the 5th – nobody was bringing gifts. It makes me laugh no matter which way you “remember” it. The other thing my siblings “remember” from the day I was born is they were all at the swimming pool and had to come home. They look like a bunch of sunburned ragamuffins in all the pictures they have with me.
Melissa has this great big back yard with a swing set and plenty of room for all the boys to run around. When we pulled up Nathan jumped out of his dad’s truck, who was leaving, and came with us around the house. There was a ladder on a picnic table so you could get to the roof where his dad had been doing some work. He showed us the ladder and then starts to climb up – as if thinking whew, now dad’s gone and I can snow these chicks. My mom however, now a great grandma for the 2nd time, was on to his scam. She stayed outside and I went in to talk to Mel – who was surprised to learn Nathan was still home. I said mom was outside negotiating with him not to go on the roof. One yell out the door from her and we were all inside playing with the baby.
The new baby is a doll. Nathan, I declared, is a crack head, after spending time playing with him in his room...but adorable none the less.
The baby likes me. I got to feed him. He loves to eat. Then the he gets these hiccups where his whole little baby body shakes. I asked Melissa if she was bottle feeding or breast feeding. Bottle she emphatically says. I told her I was going to bring her some wine but thought that would be really mean if she were breast feeding, so I’d send it later. Then my mom pipes in – you can’t drink when you breast feed? Uh, all these rules nowadays! Which then usually leads into the story about how she took a handful of aspirin when she was pregnant with me every day when my sibling got off the school bus...and I’m fine! My mom rarely drinks and has never smoked and doesn’t even really drink soda, but she loves to get riled up about how modern mothers are supposed to behave.
Nathan gave me a tour of his room. He’s very clever. I was admiring this pyramid made out of legos – he says it’s a car garage....then he pulls a truck out of it – then says...no, it’s a truck maker! It was so fun to watch the little wheels in his mind spin these new stories as they came to him. In his closet he had a monkey hanger, which looked to me like a regular coat hook, until he started swinging from it. Sure I’d been letting him stand on the low shelf of his closet, probably not allowed, but even I knew he shouldn’t be swinging from a coat hanger! Sure I can, she says, look it’s nailed in. Thanks Bob Vila – now get down.
While in his closet he said– I want to wear something nice tonight so I look really good for my grandma...and proceeds to bring out a cute long sleeved oxford. Good choice I thought. Then he pulled out a hoodie and remarked how nice it was going to look for school. Was he serious? He’d made several deadpan statements like that, including...My dad really did do a good job on the baby’s room. For real. You sound like you’re making it up when you try to repeat them to people who weren’t around. He’s 5 years old –minutes prior to that we were having a discussion on who would win in a fight between the new dino – roarasuarus I gave him – or Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. Obviously the dino.
Melissa had said Gradma Meyer was coming over so I was surprised to find my sister standing in the kitchen. Grandma Meyer is Melissa’s grandma – she’s about 75, grey hair, makes fabulous fabulous desserts and quilts. The woman in the kitchen is my sister...Shelly or even aunt Shelly – I have yet to wrap my head around the grandma-ness of her. But she is really good at it – she has this wonderfully soothing voice and she loves to sing to the babies. Even in the car my mom said – I was thinking she meant Josephine was coming over when she said Grandma Meyer. That was an eye-opener. I guess it’s like when people get married and start to call each other mom and dad – weird. When we were leaving Nathan said – bye Jessi. I said, well that explains why we got along so well today, he thought I was Jessi (my other niece). Nice. He giggled.
Notice the photos – the baby is happy and content with me (obviously he inherited my napping gene), glaring and completely peeved when being held by his brother – this will be a common theme as they grow up I’m sure.
I saw a bumper sticker on my way out to Washington and it said: Abortion – infant genocide. This made me think – when did babies become a race of people? Aren’t they just small versions of ourselves? I’m picturing them holding underground meetings, carrying little picket signs and wearing bandanas. I looked it up - genocide: the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group. I don’t think babies are any of those things. Honesty crazy anti-abortion people, make your statements more clearly.
Another sign that irks me: Chipotle – we put the gourmet in burrito. I know I use spell check more than the average person, but I know there is NO gourmet in burrito. You can be: Chipotle - we put the GO in gourmet. Or Chipotle – We put the BURR in Burrito. Idiots. I thought it was just me, but Jen and I discussed on the way home from golf once when I pointed it out and she agreed.
That’s my newest great nephew Joseph Michael with my oldest great nephew Nathan John. Di commented how is baby Nathan holding a baby? Exactly. And it’s not some scandal like my niece was popping out babies when she was 9 years old – I’m the youngest of 5 and her mom is 13 years older than I am – do the math – it’s ok.
I went to officially meet the baby on Saturday. Earlier I called Trisha and told her I was making both ‘greats’ a bear and a dino. She said – good idea to get Nathan something – the day you were born everyone came in with gifts and I would say – thanks! And then they would pass me up or they’d let me unwrap it and it would be a rattle and I’d be like I’m 6 ½ what the hell am I supposed to do with a rattle?? I told my mom this story and she didn’t even let me finish – she said – come on you were the 5th – nobody was bringing gifts. It makes me laugh no matter which way you “remember” it. The other thing my siblings “remember” from the day I was born is they were all at the swimming pool and had to come home. They look like a bunch of sunburned ragamuffins in all the pictures they have with me.
Melissa has this great big back yard with a swing set and plenty of room for all the boys to run around. When we pulled up Nathan jumped out of his dad’s truck, who was leaving, and came with us around the house. There was a ladder on a picnic table so you could get to the roof where his dad had been doing some work. He showed us the ladder and then starts to climb up – as if thinking whew, now dad’s gone and I can snow these chicks. My mom however, now a great grandma for the 2nd time, was on to his scam. She stayed outside and I went in to talk to Mel – who was surprised to learn Nathan was still home. I said mom was outside negotiating with him not to go on the roof. One yell out the door from her and we were all inside playing with the baby.
The new baby is a doll. Nathan, I declared, is a crack head, after spending time playing with him in his room...but adorable none the less.
The baby likes me. I got to feed him. He loves to eat. Then the he gets these hiccups where his whole little baby body shakes. I asked Melissa if she was bottle feeding or breast feeding. Bottle she emphatically says. I told her I was going to bring her some wine but thought that would be really mean if she were breast feeding, so I’d send it later. Then my mom pipes in – you can’t drink when you breast feed? Uh, all these rules nowadays! Which then usually leads into the story about how she took a handful of aspirin when she was pregnant with me every day when my sibling got off the school bus...and I’m fine! My mom rarely drinks and has never smoked and doesn’t even really drink soda, but she loves to get riled up about how modern mothers are supposed to behave.
Nathan gave me a tour of his room. He’s very clever. I was admiring this pyramid made out of legos – he says it’s a car garage....then he pulls a truck out of it – then says...no, it’s a truck maker! It was so fun to watch the little wheels in his mind spin these new stories as they came to him. In his closet he had a monkey hanger, which looked to me like a regular coat hook, until he started swinging from it. Sure I’d been letting him stand on the low shelf of his closet, probably not allowed, but even I knew he shouldn’t be swinging from a coat hanger! Sure I can, she says, look it’s nailed in. Thanks Bob Vila – now get down.
While in his closet he said– I want to wear something nice tonight so I look really good for my grandma...and proceeds to bring out a cute long sleeved oxford. Good choice I thought. Then he pulled out a hoodie and remarked how nice it was going to look for school. Was he serious? He’d made several deadpan statements like that, including...My dad really did do a good job on the baby’s room. For real. You sound like you’re making it up when you try to repeat them to people who weren’t around. He’s 5 years old –minutes prior to that we were having a discussion on who would win in a fight between the new dino – roarasuarus I gave him – or Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. Obviously the dino.
Melissa had said Gradma Meyer was coming over so I was surprised to find my sister standing in the kitchen. Grandma Meyer is Melissa’s grandma – she’s about 75, grey hair, makes fabulous fabulous desserts and quilts. The woman in the kitchen is my sister...Shelly or even aunt Shelly – I have yet to wrap my head around the grandma-ness of her. But she is really good at it – she has this wonderfully soothing voice and she loves to sing to the babies. Even in the car my mom said – I was thinking she meant Josephine was coming over when she said Grandma Meyer. That was an eye-opener. I guess it’s like when people get married and start to call each other mom and dad – weird. When we were leaving Nathan said – bye Jessi. I said, well that explains why we got along so well today, he thought I was Jessi (my other niece). Nice. He giggled.
Notice the photos – the baby is happy and content with me (obviously he inherited my napping gene), glaring and completely peeved when being held by his brother – this will be a common theme as they grow up I’m sure.
I saw a bumper sticker on my way out to Washington and it said: Abortion – infant genocide. This made me think – when did babies become a race of people? Aren’t they just small versions of ourselves? I’m picturing them holding underground meetings, carrying little picket signs and wearing bandanas. I looked it up - genocide: the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group. I don’t think babies are any of those things. Honesty crazy anti-abortion people, make your statements more clearly.
Another sign that irks me: Chipotle – we put the gourmet in burrito. I know I use spell check more than the average person, but I know there is NO gourmet in burrito. You can be: Chipotle - we put the GO in gourmet. Or Chipotle – We put the BURR in Burrito. Idiots. I thought it was just me, but Jen and I discussed on the way home from golf once when I pointed it out and she agreed.
posted by staci @ 11:30 AM
2 Comments:
"I guess it’s like when people get married and start to call each other mom and dad – weird. "
I promise to never start calling Doug "Dad".
It's understandable if you have children together ... I mean, my dad used to call my mom "Mom," because, well, that was her name my brother and me. I think I was somewhere around 4 or 5 when I realized my mom actually had a first name.
However, it is just plain creepy to me when old men refer to their wives as "mother." Kids or no, that just makes me shudder all over.
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