...where I live we have experienced, in the last twelve days, freezing fog. It is the strangest weather I've seen in a long time. Temps in the 20's, thick, dense, dark fog. Night is day and day is night. I have little concept of time as there is such a small change in the amount of light during the day. It is better than constant rain but I am not a fan of ice.
Sunday last I ventured out of the darkness and into the land of the brighter cloudy skies to visit my daughter and muush on my grandson. He is a gorgeous boy, with blue eyes (don't all babies have blue eyes?), and reddish brown hair (yeah for redheads!), and his grandma's and mamma's temper(ment). That boy can pitch a fit like nothing I've ever seen. He does not want to be diapered or have them changed, he does not want to be on his back or side, swaddled or cuddled. And except for eating ,which he seems to do every 1-2 hours, he seems to be fussing. or screaming. Poor mama is at her wits end. My hubby and I took turns rocking the little one so mom and dad could take turns taking a nap. I think little Henry has his days and nights mixed up and gets himself so worked up and overtired that he has a hard time settling down. Good thing he has a appointment this week for his first check up because I know that his parents need some reassurance and not the kind they would get from their mothers.
I did learn or relearn a few things while I was there though;
yes, even at my advanced age, I can stay up all night, all day, and all night again without sleep. Of course that means I slept until noonish today.
rocking a newborn is the best therapy for anything that ails you both mental and physical. I do believe I found a way to make time stand still....for a little while at least.
Henry is in charge.
being a parent was the best thing I ever did but being a grandparent, which I had no control over, is by far the most incredible experience of my life, and I can't wait to show him off to you. And for Ness and those who have asked; his full name is Henry Carrick, Henry being my father's name and also the name of the daddy's grandfather. Carrick is a Gaelic name meaning strong, also meaning "Craig," which is the daddy's name. He also has his mother/father last names as my daughter kept her maiden name when she married. He weighed in at 8lbs 9oz, and is 19.5 inches long. And an Irish/French/Welsh/Danish almost redhead!