Friday, November 30, 2012

Call Me Nonni

Well, look what happens when you don't post for 7 forget how to sign in, and the whole design/posting format is totally different. Well, here goes...

Sophia Nicole was born on August 24, weighing in at 6 lbs, 6 oz, and 19 inches long.

 First few moments with Mommy

 Getting a bottle from Aunt Kylie. Kylie doesn't like to be called "Aunt" though...she's just Kylie.

Sophie at one month

 Two months old

 Our little pumpkin on Halloween

 And on Nov. 24, three months old already!

So big!!

Everyone is doing great here. Sophie is beautiful and happy and healthy and has brought such joy to our house. She has also definitely changed Shannon's life...for the better. Whereas before she did not care about school or grades or ... much of anything, today she is back in high school, motivated to graduate, and making plans for the future. This little baby has been a blessing in so many ways. Thank you to all who have asked about her, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get pictures up. Bad Nonni.  

Friday, March 2, 2012

Don't Call Me Grandma!

In May, I will be 45 years old. And in September, I will become a (gulp) grandmother. I seem entirely too young for this, no?

And it's not even my almost 20 year-old army medic that is making me a grandmother.

Oh's my 17 year-old high school junior.


I am a big believer in information. She and her boyfriend had been together quite a long time, in teenage time. At some point, you know they're having sex, and all you can do is make sure that they have as much information as possible. You know, like beating your daughter over the head with a box of condoms.

Even so, teenagers don't always think, and don't always make the best decisions.

We talked extensively about her options.

For her, abortion was out of the question. I respect that choice.

I talked to her at length about adoption.
She said she didn't think she could do it.

So, it appears that in early September, we will be having a baby.
She is 14 weeks along today.

My baby is having a baby.

Stunned, is what I am.

So, here's my main, pressing problem. I don't want to be called grandma.
It sounds old.
I have a nine year-old, for Pete's sake.
Mimi is taken...that's what my kids call my mom.
Mimi was a variation of Grammy, so that's out too.
Not liking Nana.
My daughter suggested "Gram Cracker". She's such a comedian.

So what do you have your daughter's child call you when you are adamently opposed to Grandma?