Vivienne

Here is our sweet baby Vivienne. She was five pounds and 17 inches long.

Here is her exhausted mama, Beverly.

Here is her adoring Daddy, Mack, our son.

Here is her big brother, Terry.

Here is her other big brother, Rowan, and the family dog, Sadie.

Here she is in her first photo shoot by Grandma! I didn't realize it moved til just now!

In the top photo, she is definitely from my side of the family in part! That little raised eyebrow is just like my grandmother, mother, and me. Below is the game she plays!

Grandbabygirl is Here!

Vivienne Simone Allison was born April 10th. She weighed 5 pounds, and is 17 inches long.

The doctor decided to do the C-section early, concerned that the baby was not gaining weight.  So approximately 7 in the evening, she was born, and is doing fine, as is her mother. She might be little, but she is awesome!

I am waiting for my son to call and let me know when to bring her big brothers and finally visit her.

I will post pictures when I can.

I can hardly wait to hold her. But I respect my son and my daughter-in-love and their wishes, and am making myself useful cleaning the house for them.

Still.....call already!

Grandbabygirl

That's what I have been calling her for months now.

My granddaughter will be born April 15th, just five days from now. I am staying at my son Mack's house awaiting the birth, and trying to help out as much as I can. My daughter-in-love, Beverly, is hard to keep resting, but I try. My son's son, Terry, nine,  and Beverly's son, Rowan, seven, are also living here and their activities have to be monitored. I am currently the homework monitor for Terry.

Soon it will be a family of five - his, hers and theirs. But they will all three be ours.

Her name will be Vivienne Simone Allison. Big name for a little baby girl, but one she can grow into. Currently they are going to call her Simone, but Beverly referred to her as Vivienne the other day. We shall see who she becomes.

I find myself speculating on what she will be like. I found with my sons that people seem to come a certain way, and you can only modify them so far. They come with talents, preferences, personalities, evident from birth. You can help them develop manners and habits, but you are not likely to turn a lover of words into a math person, a math genius into a poet, and so forth. You can only help them become the best of who they already are.

God knows my poor parents gave up on this strong-willed daydreamer.

I pray that she is healthy, and further than that, I will not go. Even healthy seems to be asking for a lot. Certainly children born with handicaps and illnesses and deformities have thrived in the right settings.

I pray that she is kind and loving. That she will defend those who need defending, help those who need help.

I pray that she will find happiness inside herself and not ask others to provide it for her.

I pray that she will be brave and not shy away from difficult things.

I do not ask that she be beautiful, or smart. If she is loving, that trait trumps beauty and high intelligence. Beauty will shine out of kind eyes.

Whoever she becomes, she will be born into a family who loves her already.

I am looking forward to meeting my grandbabygirl.

Grandma

Grandma.

I like that name. Some grandmothers prefer the more modern names for the relationship, to the extent that we now have women answering to Gigi, Gogo, Nana, and even, God help us all, Glamma. As in glamour, right? Wrong.

As grandmother to two and a half children (NewBaby is due in April), I like the old-fashioned name and the old fashioned role of Grandma.

Mothers are all well and good, but they have such a serious role in the upbringing of children that they can't have half as much fun as Grandmas. Plus Grandmas get to send the grandchildren home and sit back with a glass of sherry.

I had a fun Grandma when I was a kid, although everyone called her Mama. Mama lived in the town my Dad and mother (whom we called Nana, to add to the confusion) grew up in, Montgomery, Alabama. The 't' was silent in the town's name if you were from there. 

We lived in Birmingham, about a hundred miles away. I remember riding in the back seat when we went to visit Mama. We would pass the water wheel that is still there on I-65, and the sign, also still there, that announced,"Go to church or the Devil will get you!" complete with a stereotyped devil with horns and a pitchfork.

Daddy would always ask us, "What's Mama going to say when she sees you all?" and my little brother, Kip, and I would shout, "I de-CLARE!"

And she did, in that honey soft Southern accent, and hugged us and led us into her old fashioned house, with its smell of kerosene heater and with a big, scratchy living room sofa.

We would end up in her kitchen with something to eat. The old kerosene heater was fascinating to children who lived in the suburbs.

She made the best lemon cake in the world. White cake with a tart, translucent frosting. 

We would also get to eat watermelon in her kitchen, on the table with the oilcloth tablecloth. The best part was that she didn't mind if Kip and I shot seeds at each other.  In the kitchen. She didn't want us to spit, but the slippery seeds would sail a good distance if shot from between your thumb and forefinger.

I want to be that kind of grandmother. The cookie-baking, story-telling, singing Grandma. The one who is always glad to see you.

I think I have to go practice saying, "I de-CLARE!" now.

The Times, They are A-Changing - Again

I am back home. I love my husband, I really do, but I do not love trucking anymore.

Two people living in close quarters - with three dogs, I might add - and never knowing what the schedule will be or how much money they will make or when they will get home - no. Not anymore.

My older son, the one with the baby due, would like us to move to Greensboro to be near them. I was already planning on being there in April when BabyGirl arrives.

So I am home, trying to pare down the house, getting rid of old furniture left at our house by various grown children, a cousin and an erstwhile friend who left us a mess. It is still up in the air as to whether or not we will actually move. My husband reserves the right to make the final decision....

Meanwhile I am trying to live on my retirement income, just to see if it is possible. Refinanced the house and paid off the car, and the taxes and insurance on the house are rolled in, so that frees up $492.00 a month.

If possible, I would like to get rid of the stuff we don't need, pack up all the rest and move it to a storage unit in Greensboro. I would stay at my son's till the baby is born and till the mama recovers from her scheduled C-section. Then find a place to rent that is small and manageable.

I want to be with my kids and grandkids. Bottom line.

My oldest grandson, Terry, is now living with his father, my oldest son, full time. As he is almost nine, I think it is good. Boys need their fathers at this age, to show them rules and how to work and how to treat women.

We shall see what transpires.