As Theresa Bloomingdale said, "If your baby's ‘beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time,’ you're the grandma.”
And I am the grandma. Not only once:
World Wrestling diva, The Ravishing Miss Colbie, and her smackdown partner, Tally
Not only twice:
Miss Colbie’s perfectly healthy tag-team partner, due May 2010
But three times!
J9 and Casey’s perfectly healthy baby, due June 1, 2010
“A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for,” says the oft-quoted anonymous who obviously knows what he or she is talking about.
I’m inexplicably drawn to quotes about babies these days.
I also find myself humming song lyrics that can be changed to be about babies. Feel free to sing out loud (change ‘men’ to ‘babies’): “It’s raining babies! Halleluiah! It’s raining babies! Amen!”
Lists of baby names have suddenly become fascinating: Aubrey, Sophia, Isabella, Olivia, Eleanor, Avery, Eli, Connor, Holden, Simon, Parker, Miller, Harrison . . . Oy vey, makes my head spin.
Luckily, the grandmothers don’t have to name the babies. Way too much pressure. I think there are more names to pick from now than there used to be, and I can’t pronounce most of them: SanDella, Fallala, Nailaj . . . No, it’s lucky my baby-naming days are over.
Circle of life: two aging parents, Hobie in Cat Heaven, and to balance it all out—three grandbabies! Halleluiah!