Day 10 thanksgiving moment is for my last, but not least, granddaughter. She's granddaughter #3 and she had a very difficult time arriving here.
The doctors were trying to tell her it was time but she was going to do things her own way. It was all so scary because when she finally arrived, she was breach and she wasn't ready, so they had to do a C on her mommy.
Her daddy had quite a fright because she tried to tell everyone she wasn't ready, so she wasn't breathing when they were introduced to each other, but after some quick work by the doctors, everything worked out. She began letting everyone know, quite loudly I might add, that she was not happy about the situation.It didn't take long for her to let everyone know who was in charge of everything now. Mommy and daddy dragged themselves through sleepless nights and demanding days. But who cared, she was absolutely beautiful. She was our little angel here on earth. She was my luvy.
She looks alot like her daddy, but she has a personality all her own. She likes to sing. She only has one note, but she sings it so well. She has a little bear blanket, about the size of a wash cloth, that she covers her face with when it's time to shut out the world and go to that happy dreamland all little cherubs have.
She's afraid of nothing. She loves my dogs that are big enough to ride. She smiles and tries her best to hug them. She loves the swing in Gram's tree outside. And she loves Gram.When she sees me now, she grins so big I can see every tooth in her head...well, it's only two teeth, but if there were more, I could see them. She starts breathing weird and reaching her arms out, and I can hardly wait to get her in my arms. I grab her up and she gives me real hugs now, and slobbers all over my face with her little baby kisses. After all that emotion, then she tries to act a little shy and lay her head down on my shoulder, all the while looking at me with those beautiful eyes, with eyelashes so long they touch her eyebrows.
She eats everything. That includes non food items....strings, dust bunnies, bugs, leaves. I usually sweep and mop my floors twice before she comes over so there are no surprise snacks laying around.
It took her no time to learn to crawl, and now she's everywhere. We kept her one day and we had barriers all over the living room to try and contain her to one room.
She thinks she can walk. She'll pull herself up to a table or something, let go, and is constantly surprised that she falls over. She always gets this shocked look on her face like she's thinking, "I thought I could walk!"
When I call her mommy or daddy, I always have them put the phone on speaker so I can talk to her, and I'm pretty sure I can actually hear her smiling. I can definitely hear the little grunts and noises as she tries to put Grammy in her mouth.
She's already a joy to our lives and I have to have my "luvy fix" quite often now. She lives closer to Gram now, so I get to see her a lot more often, and I think we're both pretty happy about that situation.
She's like a cuddly ball of hugs, kisses and energy and I love her. I'm so thankful that God blessed us with her.
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