This last weekend was a little busier than our typical Thanksgiving holidays are. My grandson was baptised on Saturday into the Greek Orthodox faith. It was kind of a big day.
I haven’t posted much about this little one lately. He’s getting some chubby cheeks now, but like most babies, still does what babies do: eat, sleep, and poop! He even smiles, and it’s the cutest thing ever!
I’m not really a superstitious person, but every so often I come across situations that just make me stop and wonder if there’s any significance to something that might otherwise just be a really big coincidence.
Now that I am an official member of the “Yiayia Club”, I feel free to speak with great authority on something that I have less than a week’s experience with. Why not?
I’m a wee bit tired. I’ve passed the 36 hour mark with about an hour of sleep. However, I had the easy end of the deal this time.
We were helping my sister-in-law move this weekend and it reminded me how much I consider myself fortunate that I didn’t have to do a lot of moving while growing up. Then I reached my early 20s and made up for all of that lack of packing, and sometimes it feels like I haven’t stopped!
Okay, I know he’s not a baby anymore, but my youngest is still THE baby. No matter what, all my boys will always be MY babies. I think most parents will understand.