The fam grew by one member last month. He was supposed to make his grand entrance late in the month, but he opted to emerge from the womb the day we returned from Montreal.

Yup, my son and his wife have done it again. I have to admit, the two of them produce some damn fine babies! We scampered home to give him a welcome and to grab my granddaughter so she could stay with us for a bit. Yet one more reason I was too busy to flip on the computer for a few weeks.

Baby, mom, and dad are all doing great. However, this “Bebe” (remember, I’m Bebe and the hub is “Hairy”  instead of being called grandma and grampa – those titles just sound so fuddy duddy) – anyway, this Bebe is feeling lonely now that my wee fifteen month old granddaughter has gone back to her own family.

For almost two weeks I got to spoil her rotten and I savored every moment. I’ve never been a huge fan of babies (I much prefer older kids that can carry on a conversation of sorts), but these wee children have stolen my heart just as my own childred did when they were that age.

While she stayed with us, she was delightful. She’s taller than my own babies were at that age and I’ve discovered something fantastic about that. Taller babies and shorter bebes can easily walk hand in hand as they explore the world together. I loved those moments when she and I would just wander the yard while she marveled at the simplest of things. Blades of grass, shiny stones, flowers, and low hanging branches made her giggle.

As for the little guy – he’s gorgeous. I’ve spent time cuddling him, rocking him, and just staring into his eyes. Later this month, I’ll be taking both of them for a night. That should be an adventure!

Peace