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a little wonderful someone

By on August 23, 2015 in Natural mothering

This summer we had a beautiful gift.  A grand surprise, literally.  Well I wouldn’t say it was a surprise but I hope it is to you.  Mid July we were blessed with a second grandson.  Sebastian Gerard.  He is precious in every sense of the word.

Of course there were logistics.  There always are but this time, being that I am in another state, there were serious logistics.  When to arrive?  Should I go alone?  Drive? Fly? (oh dear you do not want to see me on a plane) How long can I leave Poppa with this crew of ours?  After much thought I arrived the day she went home from the hospital.  She, as in the beauitful creature that God blessed me with 23 years ago.  She who has given us now 2 grandsons.

So plans were made and remade. Time to go back home.  A plane got me there (and lots of essential oils to keep me from jumping on the lap of the person next to me on the plane).  Lewis picked me up and I arrived back home to meet this little person I had been praying for all these 9 months.

It was a divine stay.  All of 2 weeks.  Two weeks away from home, away from my babies, away from Mateo.  Phone calls every few hours informed me of their every move.  Sweet little voices reminded me that I could not stay here with these grandchildren of mine.  But while I was there, I did my best to be fully there.  To be a help and not a burden.  To absorb time with my oldest baby and her babies.  To kiss Lewie and read him books.  To hear his laugh (oh what a laugh) and spend time with him like never before since he usually prefers his aunts and uncles to me.

And this new little person who is now forever a part of my heart.  Bass.  What a cutie.  Red hair.  Grandbaby number two.  Chunky from the very beginning and sweet tempered. He has his mother bewitched in every sense.

The best part of the whole trip was getting to spend a whole week with my son in law Lewis.  Boy am I blessed.  He is just everything we ever prayed for and such a good father.  Blessed  I tell ya.  He made breakfast daily and I made lunch and dinner.  We watched movies, talked and of course played with babies.  I can’t think of a better time really.

The days went by and my heart felt so pulled to be back with my babies waiting at home.  Now that I am home, my heart pulls to be with Lewie and Bass.  Updates every few days as well as pictures keep us in the loop from so many miles away and a promise that we will always find a way to be together again. Very soon to be with our wonderful someones.

*Note*  I love these pics with Lewie but I really do not ever like seeing myself in pics so I step out of my comfort zone to post them here.  Ignore the silver strands in my hair.  I earned them and I am OK with them.

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By on March 18, 2015 in Handmade Holidays and Celebrations, Natural mothering, Sewing and Crafts

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My JP is 11.  My Clark Kent (I have always thought that he looks just like him).  My cuddly little boy.  Eleven.

Sweet and tender hearted but quick to temper, all in one.  As a baby he cuddled with me almost as much as Matthew has.  He woke me every hour around the clock for his first year and hated every minute of being in the car.  Oh the years of trying to go to garage sails with JP in tow.  Yesterday we woke him with our customary birthday sneak attack where we all try to wake up earlier than the birthday person.  We all sneak into their room together (are you imagining how difficult it would be to sneak in 9 people without making a sound??  ok good, just checking) and then belt out our birthday song as they sleep.   Except JP is a super early riser so every year he just pretends to still be asleep as he waits for his late rising family to sneak in and start his day.  After the happy birthday song has been sung, everyone turns their attention to me as the subtle reminder that it is a tradition for momma to sign the same song my momma always sang me.  It is in Spanish and sadly they don’t understand a word I am saying but have heard it so many times that they can sing it too though I am the only voice heard at this moment.  My voice, usually squeeky at this early hour.  The look to me all the same.  I could not possibly not sing it though I always get a teeny butterfly in the stomach moment and secretly wish I didn’t have to.  I get passed myself and continue with the tradition.

We are treated to a breakfast cooked largely by the girls except for Eddie’s bacon.  Eddie is our lover of bacon and he does not entrust our precious bacon to anyone else.  Today we are not having bacon from our favorite bacon farmer.  Instead we are trying out some in house smoked and cured, nitrate free bacon from Lucky’s.  A new grocery spot that a friend introduced me to.  They have a bulk section that I was impressed by and more fill yourself items than I find at Whole Foods!  More about that another day but I will add that you can drink a beer while you shop.  Nuff said.

After breakfast, gifts are opened along with that birthday card from Grandma Yoli which JP knows has been in Momma’s bag for a month now.  He loves the words as much as the contents because he is my sweet boy.  This year I decided to make a special birthday bag embroidered as such so that it does not end up with the same fate as all of our other birthday bags, given to a friend or used to collect treasures and not usuable for gifts after that.  I decided to do the embroidery in spanish, don’t ask why but it seemed important.

The rest of the day was spent outside, playing running, sitting together as we all love to do.  Eleven years I have gotten to spend with this child.  Eleven.

 

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