Well, Sarah, Dusty, Lennon, Lucy, and Marley are in their new house. I dispatched my moving crew there on Friday (my sons Noah and Cory and boyfriend Mike) and I took the really tough job of watching my cute little grandbaby Lennon. I know, I played that just right.
I also had Lennon here at my house on Saturday and Sunday while his mom and dad went about arranging furniture and getting things put away. He is one adorable little guy if I don’t say so myself. And make no mistake about it, he knows already – at the tender age of 10 months – that he is the center of the universe around here. Between Mike, Cheyenne, and me, Lennon received constant doting all weekend. It must be pretty fabulous to be a baby.
Lennon – our favorite little ham.
I know from my own experience that it is pretty fabulous to be a grandparent. I have three beautiful grandchildren (Noah and Cortney in Canada and Lennon in West Fargo) and I have concluded that it is true that grandchildren are God’s reward for not killing your teenagers. With grandchildren you can focus all the time and attention you couldn’t seem to find or lost track of with your kids. You can also spoil them liberally – it is in the job description. And you do it all for those smiles, giggles, and hugs. Like I said – pretty fabulous.
The day will come when my grandchildren will grow up just like my children have and want to do other things than spend time with me; but, for now I am still in the “in-crowd” and I am going to spend every minute I can with them. I read somewhere that a grandmother is a mother with a second chance – I can see that. Amen to second chances! Of all the second chances I have been blessed to receive in my life, none have been quite as fulfilling as this one. Viva la Grandma!
Day one thousand three hundred and seventy-six of the new forty – obla di obla da