Oh Henry

Over the past 24 hours I've been asked twice, "what kind of Grandma are you?" This was under the context of not having shared updated pictures of my sweet new grandson. So, here ya go.



He is getting so alert and expressive. He is a talker and grunts and snorts and seems to like the sounds he can make. He is even grinning. Don't tell me its gas, I've seen that. Henry tracts his mom and grins at her. Its the sweetest thing I've ever seen.



The photos were taken with my little snap and shoot not by his Auntie Brit. Could you tell?



He looks so thoughtful and wise. Can't wait to start hearin' what he has to say. Mom and Daddy are doing great as first time parents. They are a little tired, and a bit brain dead, but settling in to their new apartment and new life. We are so blessed to be so close and included in their lives. (and he seems to be growing out of the 'crying when Grandma holds me' stage.)

Economic Stimulus Package San Diego Style!

I sleep with a clear conscience tonight!

So, we were able to go horseback riding. Which was fun except for the part Emma said, "Mom, that horse moves as slow as you do".
You wouldn't know this place is about a mile from our house.




Then Emma went ice skating while I watched (and when I say 'watched' I mean read a book).

After an unscheduled nap and dinner at the Burger Lounge, we got to visit with Henry.




We didn't get to the frozen yogurt, but she did get in several rounds of Mario Kart with Grant. Which is way better........



All, in all, Girls Weekend was a success and I don't think the whole not camping experience will add to any of the necessary therapy Emma will probably need as an adult.

Girls Weekend

This weekend Emma and I were supposed to go to Girl Scout Camp in the local mountains but because of circumstances beyond Emma's control we are not going. She was very disappointed and very close to tears when I told her so I've done what every good mom does call an official: Girl's Weekend!
Tonight we went to Rubio's for dinner and went and saw Race for Witch Mountain. Not one of the worse movies I've ever seen and have to say the 'Rock' is not hard on the eyes. I'm not embarrassed to say I may have a crush on him (which makes Emma roll her eyes).
On the schedule for tomorrow? Horseback riding, frozen yogurt, ice skating and a visit to Henry.
Can you say: Over compensating?

Good Sabbath to you

I love Sundays. As the world continues to spin wildly outside inside my home things are calm and predictable. We rise early to prepare for church at 9, The dogs get the paper and this is usually the one day Shadow will let Bowie help her carry the ginormous paper to the kitchen. A quick bowl of cereal or piece of toast and we are out the door. At church the whole family sits together. In this order: Fraser, me, Emma, Brit and Grant. We really should put Emma one of the ends cause she likes to get up to go to the restroom and get drinks of water. After the service Fraser is off to golf and we go to our respective classes.
After church we have 'Sunday nachos'. That's it, every Sunday we have a small tray of nachos for lunch. Then we separate again for 'resting'. For me this means to gather all the coupons and adds from the paper and go to my bed and go through them and cut them out and then lay down and take a nap. I'm not sure what the others do but they are quiet and in the other side of the house.
Just about the time the house starts to stir again, Fraser wanders in from the links. We visit, watch some sports on tv, or take the dogs for a walk. And then, wait for it, we have Breakfast for Dinner Yep, a full English breakfast for dinner. While it can be overwhelming and somewhat disgusting if put in front of you at 8 am, it is a work of art and may very well be the absolute perfect food when it is served as a meal later in the day. This meal could very well be a spiritual experience itself.
I love Sundays. I love that everyone is at home. That the phones don't ring. That we are not expected to be anywhere, that we rest, relax, and mellow out and plan the coming week.
Ya know, "a month of Sundays" is always used in a negative way but I think that would the perfect month. Where do I sign up?

Ya gotta love San Diego, part II

So, just so you know I am not morally opposed to fast food. Nothing says 'I love you' like an In 'n Out cheese burger with grilled onions and extra spread. And to prove that I also do not harbor any bad feelings with Jack in the Box in particular here is a treat for all of you curly fries enthusiasts (That means you Emily) I think my anger that day was directed at the Union Tribune and the bonehead who chose to give the story front page exposure. You're killing me!

Thought for the Day.....

"Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders and says... "Oh crap...she's awake!!"

Ya gotta love San Diego

This is just one of the reasons San Diego will never really be taken seriously. Yesterday, on the front page of the Tribune was the story of Jack coming out of his coma. Granted, it was below the fold, but come on? Front page!? How many of you even knew Jack was in a coma?