Dorky Deb… Grandma?

So I haven’t been posting very frequently here in recent weeks.  I started several posts I didn’t finish (LOL) but I’ve had a lot going on.  Amongst other things, it is currently ragweed season (i.e. Misery Season for me).  My breathing issues are much more complex this time of year.  And I just generally feel like crud.  I have breathing issues year round, but this time of year is the hardest on me.

That combined with the other stuff I deal with, just makes for a rough time of year.  So I kind of struggle to manage what I have to manage, much less worry about blogging.  So it’s not that I walked away from here, it’s just that I don’t feel very inspired to write anything when I am struggling to just put one foot in front of the other. No trying to be whiny, just trying to explain.

In other news while I’ve been not posting so much…

I had my 33rd birthday.  I still don’t think I’m that old in my head.  It’s so weird.

To pile on the weirdness in my life, I am now a Grandmother.  Got that… “Dorky Deb” is a GRANDMA.  At 33.

Not biologically, but in name.  My oldest step-daughter, who is 21, gave birth this past week to our first grandchild. He is so cute!  He was supposed to be a girl.  So I sent her tons and tons of baby girl stuff.  Loads of pink.  (Pink is my step-daughter’s favorite color as well.)  But it’s ok.  Toward the end of her pregnancy we were getting word that more recent ultrasounds were predicting the initial call may have been incorrect.  But they weren’t getting a good enough look to be sure.  So it wasn’t a total shock when he was born.  Personally I’m happy either way.  I just wanted him to be healthy.

Thankfully all of the big stuff we sent (papasan swing, bassinet, etc.) was all gender neutral.  So no pink there.  LOL And some of the outfits were gender neutral as well.

So my kids (ages 1, 6 and 7) are now aunts and an uncle.

baby Conner - newborn pic

Conner 4 days old

He’s a little early and is 4 lbs 1.5 ozs.  But he is doing great.  Breathing on his own and all that jazz.  I think my husband is going to need some time to get used to the term “Grandpa”.  He keeps whining…  “But I’m only 43.  I’m not old enough to be a Grandpa.”    Ummm….. yeah, hon you are.   😉

The term Grandma isn’t bothering me a bit since I’m not old enough to be her mother anyway. LOL!  He says it doesn’t help him when I say that.  😉

I plan on having fun with it.  There seems to be a certain percentage of the population that mistakes me for a teenager.  I have no clue where they get this (I think they need glasses).  But it happens, rather frequently.  And ever since I hit 30 it just makes my day.  LOL!   But I just can’t wait for the next time someone mistakes me for a teenager. I’m going to say, “Teenager, No I’m a GRANDMA!”

LOL!   🙂


Look out world!

There is now a fiery red-headed version of me.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.


Baby toys

I am not sure who enjoys playing with our baby’s toys more, the baby, or her 6 year old sister.  It’s a toss up.


Either way the baby has fun.  Even when she’s watching her sister play with her toys.  LOL

First steps

Yesterday our 11 month old baby girl took her first steps. She has been able to walk for quite some time, but yesterday was the first time that she was brave enough to let go and do it on her own, without holding onto anyone. For the past couple of weeks she’s been walking holding your hand and not actually using it, but she feels more secure just to know it’s there.

We were all in the living room, so the entire family got to see her take these first steps. I think her brother and sister were more excited than anyone.  It was quite precious.

When they took their first steps, I don’t recall them noticing it at all. They just walked to whatever they wanted and were far more interested in whatever had caught their attention than what they had just accomplished. But this one, this one knew exactly what she had done.  She was so very proud of herself.  She yelled, “Dada Dada DADA!” when she got to where she was going, as she turned to see if her precious DaDa was watching. She is quite the Daddy’s girl.

And she was so excited when we clapped for her, she clapped along with us.   🙂

I had my first two children very close together, “Irish twins” everyone tells me (LOL). They are 11 months apart. So, I kind of learned all the new baby parenting stuff with them together. But one of the things that you learn with subsequent children, that you don’t realize with the first, is how incredibly fast it all seems to go.

I remember what it was like to be bored sometimes. I remember that concept. But once you have kids life just seems to whirl by. It’s not that you are constantly busy (although it sure feels like it). But it’s that even when you do choose to relax there are 500 things on your mind that you feel you “should” be doing.  As if relaxing isn’t a “should” do sort of thing.

It doesn’t seem that long ago that my oldest was toddling around the Christmas presents, using them to stand and walk. And now he’s 7 years old. So what comes with this knowledge, and the fact that this is our last baby, is that every moment feels even more precious. With my first two I didn’t realize how fast it would fly by. How I would seem to just blink my eyes and they were so much bigger.

Knowing now how fast it flies by, and that we most likely won’t be doing it again, I want to hold onto every moment. Soak it all in. All the baby kisses, the smiles, the giggles, the tiny wiggly toes. I wish I could just bottle these feelings and pull them out later. The sense of joy in our living room yesterday as our youngest took her first steps was wonderful. I want to remember it forever.

What is a moment you want to remember forever?