Friday, October 7, 2016

Growth, Change, Taking A Breath


Lily posted this picture of Maggie on Facebook today because that little girl is NINE MONTHS OLD! Can you believe that? And look at her- she's becoming a little girl. Still plenty baby but not nearly as much of a baby as she was just a month or so ago. And of course, the tres chic denim miniskirt with leggings does add a great deal of maturity.
Oh god. My babies. My babies, my babies.

Here's another picture Lily posted the other day:


Do you remember those days? Four years ago when Owen was my tiny rockstar prince and Gibson was a baby. I looked at that picture and I cried. Of course I love seeing these children grow up. What kind of a monster would I be if I didn't? And yet...
It's like I always said about my own children- it's as if someone came and stole my babies and replaced them with these people. No one could love their people more than I do but god, I do love babies. The weight of them. The squish of them. The delicious nuzzley necks on them. The open-to-the-universe heart and eyes of them. Their delight in the simplest things. Their need for being held and cuddled. 
The other day I said to Owen, "Come here and let me hold you and pretend you're still my baby."
"Utn-huh," he said. "We're not doing that."
Lord, Lord, Lord. I have become a stereotypical grandmother and there's no way around it. 
"Well, let me kiss you on your head then," I said. And he let me do that. He's tolerant of his old Mer. Up to a point. 

So we went to a different restaurant today and it was good. A sort of Asian fusion buffet and they had what Gibson wanted which was shrimp and noodles and they had Mongolian beef, tofu AND eggplant as well as absolutely delicious egg rolls and soups and other very tasty dishes not to mention an entire little refrigerator/cooler with all sorts of incredible desserts including jello puddings, nutty-buddy ice cream cones, flan,  AND home made cheese cake. 
Well. Only in America, y'all. 
Make America great again? I don't think so. We ARE great. 

Here's a few more pictures. 


I love that little hand on Uncle Hank's shoulder.


Gibson posing after I told him that all the food on his face made him look like he had a beard, which I thought was quite attractive.


Maggie and her beautiful mother. 

 I came home to find red feathers and one cardinal head on the back porch. 
Really, Maurice? 
Then I went to do a load of clothes and now it would appear that my washing machine is broken and it's broken in locked position so I can't even get those clothes out of it. 

Ah well. 
All of the chickens are fine and put to roost and I've heard from my husband and all is well with him. There is so much going on in my state, my country, my planet, which is horrifying and scary but right now I'm just holding on to this which is good right here. 

There is a thin line between being selfish and being unattached in the Zen sort of way. I tend to believe that I am more selfish than Zen but at least I know there's a difference. 

We are finally getting some gusts of wind. I wouldn't mind some rain. 

Love...Ms. Moon

16 comments:

  1. Those babies grow up before our very eyes, don't they? I remember the day my first grandbaby called me Grandma instead of MawMaw. It broke my heart! Why can't they stay babies just a little longer?

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    1. I don't know! Probably though so that parents will crave another babe and get busy and make another. Mother Nature is a wise and crafty bitch.

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  2. They are still babies. Even Gibson is a baby. And they are so precious. I know what you mean-time goes in a heartbeat.

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    1. Even OWEN is still a baby even though he's well on his way to being as tall as I am and can wear my shoes in a pinch.

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  3. I know, right? they grow up so fast. I'm glad my kids are grown but there are days I wish those sweet little bodies were still here. and this country is so fucked up. it's like someone opened a door and ushered all that racism, bigotry, and sexism back in though I guess it never left. people just understood it wasn't acceptable and now Trump has convinced everyone that it's just 'telling it like it is'. except it's not. what they think isn't like it is.

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    1. Yes. The stopper has been taken off the bottle of horrible horrors. I don't know how we'll get it back even after he crashes, burns, and retreats in bitter defeat. I'm scared. Still.

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  4. The years fly by.
    Funny what you said about a fine line between unattached and selfish. In myself I see a fine line between unattached and apathetic.

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    1. Well, me too, honey. I completely understand that and am guilty of being apathetic at times too.
      We're humans.
      Sigh.

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  5. Those babies sweet faces brighten my day.

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  6. Magnolia is looking very grown up sitting there all by herself. Thank goodness she is just looking the part and is still very much a baby.

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    1. You made me laugh. Thank you. Lily said that right after she took that picture, Maggie had a tumble off the step but that she caught her before she hit the deck. Such a good mommy.

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  7. Christ, Maurice. I guess bloodlust trumps beauty. But do you have to be so Godfather about it?

    That baby girl is something else. It was such a wrench for me to start dressing mine in *clothes* - no no no, you're looking too grown up, get back in a onezie. We call 'em babygros. I think I like onezie better.

    I know we wouldn't want them to be stunted little baby things forever but my son us nearly up to my shoulder for the love of god. It's... too fast.

    Thankfully chances are Jessie's not done yet. Maybe I'll still be reading someone's blog that documents these babies' babies when I'm a grandmother. Now there's a thought.

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    1. I can almost promise you that Jessie is not done yet. Stay tuned! No, no, she's not pregnant but she's young.
      Oh my goodness! Which of my children or grandchildren would take over this blog? I would hope that one of them would.

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  8. That pic of Lily is just divine Beautiful young woman, mother, daughter, friend, sister, happy vibrant lovely gal. Makes me feel a million years old. All pics glorious but that one! Maggi

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    1. Isn't she, Maggi? Isn't she incredibly beautiful?

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