Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


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Oh, Wow! Oh, Wow! OOOOOOOH, WOW!!!!

I’M A GRANDMOMMY!!!!

Yes, I’m screaming! And I’m doing a lot of (virtual) jumping up and down and dancing on the ceiling! Because . . . I’M A GRANDMOMMY!

I haven’t shared before today because I needed permission (I do not want to get banned from baby adoring!)

And know what? He is gorgeous! Beautiful! And BRILLIANT!!!

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dannyThis isn’t our new grandbaby. This is our son, the baby’s daddy. Born on his due date, five pounds, thirteen ounces of perfect baby boy.

And our new little pumpkin looks a lot like this. 😀

Want to know what it feels like to be a brand new, first time, week old grandmommy? I can tell you.

It’s like . . .

  • Winning the Boston Marathon without running a step
  • as you win a jillion, million dollar lottery without buying a ticket
  • while winning the Irish Sweepstakes without even trying.
  • at the same time as you get the world best, biggest, sweetest, most coveted award for just being alive!!!

Funny thing is, being a grandmommy makes you (me, at least) kind of gah, gah. I find myself holding our little guy close to my heart and just gazing at the boy. Even his cry is music to my ears–except it usually means it’s time for him to eat. Again. 🙂

I’ve offered to go over in the night to hold him so his parents can sleep, but they haven’t taken me up on that yet. Probably a good thing, too. I think it takes young people to be what a kiddo needs.

Besides, my son and his wife have everything under control. Any question they have, they Google and find the answer. (And since my DIL’s sister is a OB-GYN with a nine-month-old of her own, anything they can’t find, Sister knows!)  Need an extra pair of arms? There’s a thing you can wrap all around you and the baby so he’s snugged right up to you and he’ll never slip. Need a place for him to sleep close by but where he won’t get squished? There’s a nest that’ll fit right in your bed where he’ll be safe.

They have all the answers!

And yes, the knitter in me has been busy, too. baby-hatBaby’s new hat! I made it a little big on purpose, so he can grow into it. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

baby-bootiesAnd if you believe I made the hat large on purpose, maybe you’ll believe I made his high tops too big for that reason, too! 😀

At least they’ll be there when he’s ready for them.

baby-hand-1This is Granddaddy, holding a brand-new precious hand while Daddy holds his other hand.

baby-hand-2Doesn’t it make your heart melt to see grown men take such perfect care of a newborn? (Sniff)

One more picture of my first baby boy when he was just three months old.

baby-danny

New babies are God’s perfect gift. I couldn’t be more excited unless I was twins.

♥ ♥ ♥ 

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Wise (?) Grandmotherly Advice

I might have mentioned all my kiddos are married with homes of their own. (And did I tell you I’m going to be a grandmommy? 🙂 If I didn’t, let me know. I’ll be happy to fill you in!)

With three grown sons, I have a little experience with kids. Yeah, a lot of it is the kind you point to and say, “Don’t do what I did.” LOL.

Are you waiting with bated (or is that baited?) breath to hear my Wise Grandmotherly Advice? Stop laughing. I might have learned something while I was rearing my kids. Then again, maybe not. *wink*

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First piece of WGA: I’ve always believed children should work! (The more they do, the less I have to do. Right?) I started #1 son off when he was about three. I gave him the chore of gathering the upstairs trash.

“Get all the trash and bring it right here,” I said, pointing at the upstairs landing. “Okay?”

He nodded and scampered off to get started with his work while I made beds. When I came back to the landing, I found he’d done exactly what I’d asked. He got every trashcan, carried it to the landing AND DUMPED IT RIGHT THERE! (There were crumpled papers and snotty tissues everywhere.)

Guess I should have been a little clearer with my explanation. 🙂

As they got older, I gave all my children jobs to do around the house. Clear the table, put away clean clothes, make their own bed, and when they got older, they had to mow the yard. With them doing all that work, I should have been sitting around, reading fabulous romances and eating bon-bons, right? (Snort!) I had to police their work, didn’t I? 😉

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Of course, everyone doesn’t agree children should help out. One friend who was divorced and had three children was adamant that her children shouldn’t have to help out, just because she was in school full time and supporting them. It was  her job, she told me, not theirs!

Another close friend also had sons. I put mine to work at the pharmacy as soon as they were old enough to use the register and count back change. When #1 got his driver’s license, he helped with deliveries and picking up the kids after school.

But my friend’s husband didn’t allow their children to work at all while they were in school. “They’ll have to work for the rest of their lives. They shouldn’t have to start that early.

My dad always said a job wasn’t work; it’s pure entertainment. Guess her husband missed that memo. 😛

So tell me what you think so I can share it with my gonna-be-parents offspring–do you think kids should help out and work or do you think they shouldn’t start until they have to?

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