Missing the Bus

I missed the bus today. Overslept. No, I don't really take the bus, but I did oversleep. Woke up when I should have been heading out the door. The glowing numbers on my clock startled me awake. I called the daycare to let Heather know I would be late. Normally if I wake up late I throw on some clothes and fly out the door, but not today. Today I took my shower and blow-dried my hair. I knew we wouldn't have five babies before 8:30 am and so I was not too incredibly worried. Turned out that we had only four babies all day long and won't have more than that for the entire week.My boss and I decided I will go in from 9 am to 6 pm for the rest of the week.

Here at home we are beginning the countdown to the arrival of Little Brother, Number 15. He is due mid January and we're all pretty excited. His clothes and car seat are all washed. His bedroom his ready and now we wait. Number 16 will make her appearance in late April or early May. (Yes! I said she!!!) How cool is that? I am amassing quite the collection of sweet grandchildren! These two darling both have names, but I'm keeping that a surprise.

The house is feeling chilly lately. All the mild late fall weather has made us soft. This next week is going to shock us back into reality.

Photos are "borrowed" from my boy in Minnesota. That's our Santa Baby, Number 13, also known as Jonah.

Thankful For the Internet

The internet is great for getting little blips of connection from family whether they are near or far. It isn't at all like being there, because in all honesty, I'm missing out on so much, but it's so much better than no connection at all. I hear people talking about giving up Facebook for a specified amount of time, or even for good, but that's never been my resolution.

So this is my newest grandchild. He comes to me over the internet. I can see his sweet face, but I have to imagine all the rest. In April there will be a new local grandbaby to love on, but I'm still looking forward to the day I can see my Minnesota grandsons again and meet their baby brother. 

Welcome, Number 13!

He's here! Becoming a grandma is amazing each and every time. Minnesota feels far away tonight...

Welcome to the world, Jonah. I can't wait to meet you.

Bits and Pieces

* The pottery studio has been calling this week, but headaches and appointments kept me away. Tonight I took the ride all the way down Rt 31 from work right into the middle of the city of Rochester. I missed the latest bisque firing, the kiln was just loaded, but it's finally on the shelf to be fired. There are seven kids clustered on and around that bigger figure. (Psst! It's me!)

* I got home to find the family outside in the driveway at the picnic table just finishing up a pizza. (I'd already eaten.) They'd been to Aunt Rachel's house and she'd told Hannah she had something to tell her, but I needed to be there. Not wanting my daughter to be awake all night wondering, I took her back to Aunt Rachel's to see what it was all about. (I already knew.) Many years ago my mom started an afghan for Hannah. She had the panels done, and some of the stitching in between, but hadn't been able to put it together before she was no longer able. My sister's mother in law graciously finished the stitching and my sweet girl now has an afghan from her grandma.

* On July 1 we received some unexpected news from our Minnesota family. Number 13 is on the way! How cool is that? I think they were rather surprised too. Little Parker is just seven months old and he'll be a big brother in January. Looks like we might have to spend another Christmas without them... but just wait until the celebration when we do!