D is for….

Darling Little Buddha, you’re making us wait, and forcing us to learn patience in awaiting your arrival.  You don’t have to do that.  Seriously.  Mommy’s ready, Daddy’s ready, Gramma’s more than ready.  Time to stop being shy and come on out to see us all!  But, until you do, I’ll continue to sing you the alphabet song here, where I can explain a few things to you!

D – is for Dog.  Because every kid should have one.  Most loyal companions, and all around fun to have as a bestest good friend, dogs are an essential part of growing up, and Gramma doesn’t think you should be left out.  I think it’s actually a law or something, that every kid has to have a dog… or at least, it should be!  Don’t you worry, Little Buddha, Gramma will make sure that at some point, you will have your very own bestest good furry friend to love and hug and play with.  (Don’t worry about the parents, we’ll use big puppy-dog eyes like this lil guy in the picture and get you one!)

D – is for Dancing.  I know you’re going to love this – you’ve been dancing already, showing us your high-kicks right through Mommy’s tummy!  But there’s not much room in there anymore, and you need more space to show your stuff!  Dancing is so much fun, and you get to jump around and move every part of you to the music.  Music is a big part of life, and you should dance.  Every chance you get.  And don’t pay attention to anyone who says you can’t, or shouldn’t.  If you feel like dancing – let your heart go with the sound, and move.  Dance, baby!  Gramma will even teach you how to waltz, just like your Great-Papa taught me!  Then all the girls will want to dance with you!

D – is for Dirt.  Rubbed in, this makes a fine protective coating for knees and hands.  Don’t listen to Mommy & Daddy when they tell you to “not get dirty”.  There’s no chance they’ll get what they want – kids and dirt are like magnets, strong ones, and they are automatically attracted to one another.  So, if you suddenly look down, and don’t have any idea how that dirt got there?  Don’t worry, it just jumps on you when you’re not looking.  This is normal.

So are baths, and they can be fun, too… don’t give Mom & Dad too hard of a time about them.  Gramma will teach you about “squirty bath toys” – you’ll see!

And last for today, Little Buddha, D – is for Darling Baby.  Even though you’re just as stubborn as the rest of us out here, doesn’t mean you have to hide from us!  Come on out and play – there’s so many, many fun things to do and see out here!  I want to start telling you stories about dirty, dancing dogs and darling little boys who love their Grammas!  Let’s get this show on the road, and cut Mommy some slack, hunh? 




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Even in the midst of all the other “stuff” that’s going on in our household, we strive to keep life as normal as possible for the other 2 kids.  Last night, OnlySon was able to attend his first school party.  Much to the dismay of OtherHalf, he is now old enough to attend the dance/party that OnlySon’s school has at least once a month.  It’s frenzied, albeit chaperoned – fun.  Both of the older kids went, and loved it, so it was now OnlySon’s turn.

OnlySon was not jazzed when the subject of “dancing” first came up, as he’s still of the mind that girls are not the opposite sex, they’re a whole other species, and much to be avoided.

However, once I told him that there were other things to do – basketball, swimming, foosball, junk food – he was more on board.  And I think some of the kids at school talked up the party, so he was tentatively excited when the time came around.

OtherHalf …………..was almost nauseous.  He insisted on taking OnlySon to the school, to see him off – and, I’m sure give him a list of instructions half a mile long on what not to do.  I let them go, promising OnlySon that I would be there at the appointed time to pick him up, and arranging a place to meet, so he didn’t have to search for me in the dark.  And off the boys went, one to party, one to grieve.

When OtherHalf returned home?  He was almost sick to his stomach with the knowledge that his “precious boy” had crossed another line that we couldn’t uncross.  This was proof positive that our son is growing up.  Partying with the big dogs, well with the junior high dogs, at any rate, meant that he is now old enough to attend school functions without his parents present!  Ack.  Horror!

Chuckling to myself, I told OtherHalf that it would be alright, no one would harm our little boy at a school dance – didn’t the girls come home alright?  Yeah, so there. 

And OnlySon?  Well…..

School parties now officially ROCK.

Party on, dudes!