Waxing So Soon?

My youngest daughter is a huge trouble maker! She gets into everything that one would expect a 3 year old to get into, along with hundreds of things you would never suspect would interest her at all. So yesturday I went to kiss her on the top of her head, like I often do, and I smelled a strange but familiar odor. Sometimes, its my perfume, or my make up, or even febreeze air freshener. So I smell again, but I smell her hair in the front of her head. Now I recognize the smell! "Cassie, you are not supposed to be in the chapstick, and you know that"! "But its not lip stuff mommy, it's stuff for my eyebrows", as she attempts to wipe the waxy mess off if her eye area! Laughing, I ask why she would put chapstick on her eyebrows, and her response was, "I need eyebrow make up mommy just like you so they'll stay flat." Yikes! She notices EVERY LITTLE THING!

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I'm Going To Be A Grandma

I typed the word "Grandma" into Google images. YIKES! What popped up, were pages upon pages of VERY old ladies. I KNOW I don't look anything like any of those! But, "Ok", I said it, "I'm going to be a Grandma".

Having a son who was married last year should have told me that the "grandma" thing would come quickly, but, I had my own plan. I have a 3 year old and "MY" plan was to get her into kindergarten; before I had a grandchild. You see I have 5 children (ages 24, 15, 14, 8 and 3) and, yes, I physically birthed all of them in case you're wondering. Now my 24 year old son and his wife, are having a baby, making me a very soon to be grandma.

I've known for months, but yesterday we found out it would be a boy, named Landyn. My daughter-in-law's family and I crammed ourselves into a small, dark room to look at a black and white blob of movement . "It's a boy for sure", says the technician. "See, right there", he says. "Yeah, sure, I can see it", says everyone, in response to the technician. Not. I never could make out all of the things that the technician would point out on my children's sonagram's, and I surly couldn't this time either. I see the head and sometimes and the heart because it beats. My opinion is that everyone is seeing things, lying, or my eyes have suddenly gone horribly wrong.

So it's official now. Being called Grandma would be more exciting if our up-and-coming little Lanyon didn't have a 3 year old aunt. I hope that my 3 year old doesn't get confused and start calling me Grandma! And I know that when I take my littlest ones and my new grand-baby out, I will at some point have to explain that one is my grandchild and the other's are mine.

Thank God it's a boy though. After 16 years living with a household full of testosterone that my prayer for a girl, would be answered X2. And I never knew how easy my boys were until, one day, not too long ago, I was ambushed by a sensational, "I have nothing to wear", clothes drama! At 5 years old?! And the hormonal, adolescence have not even arrived yet.

It will be nice to have a little boy around again. As long as I can give him back this time.