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My next grandbaby is...!

Last Friday Brianna, Patrick, and James learned the gender of the baby scheduled to join the family in October. And the baby is...

Yes, it's a boy! Another grandson for this grandma!

For quite some time I was pretty positive Brianna would be having a girl. But another boy comes as no surprise as he will be the fourth blood grandson, fifth grandson including bonus grand James! No girls yet.

And I'm okay with that. As my grandma friend Joyce said, when it comes to little boys, I "good at loving them and playing with them and knowing how they think!"

Plus, as the seemingly trite but so incredibly true statement goes, the gender doesn't really matter, as long as it's healthy!

GRAND Social No. 307 link party for grandparents

Party time!

How it works:
  • All grandparent bloggers are invited to add a link. You don't have to blog about grandparenting, just be a grandparent who blogs.

  • Grandparents who do not blog (or want to share something other than their own post) are welcome to add links to other posts grandparent readers may be interested in.
  • To link up a post, copy the direct URL to the specific post — new or old — that you want to share, not the link to the blog or website home page. Then click the blue button below marked "Add your link" and follow the directions.
  • I reserve the right to remove posts I feel are inappropriate. (Which hasn't happened yet, but I feel obligated to note that, just in case.)
  • Those who add links to the GRAND Social link party will be sent a weekly reminder when the party goes live. If you prefer to be removed from that email list, feel free to do so (and you'll still be more than welcome to join the party any time).
  • If adding your own post, including a mention such as This post linked to the GRAND Social to your linked posts is appreciated. 
  • The GRAND Social linky accepts posts through Wednesday evening, so please come back to see those added after your first visit.
  • If you're not a linker, you have the pleasure of being a reader. Those sharing a link would be honored to have you visit, read and, if so moved, leave a comment, even if just "Hey, stopping by from the GRAND Social." Bloggers who link are encouraged to visit and comment on the links of other bloggers, as well.
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Dear readers: Today is the day my firstborn learns the gender of her firstborn, scheduled for arrival in October. With all things pregnancy on my brain today, I thought this post—originally published June 13, 2011—a fitting Flashback Friday feature. Thank you for reading!

I had my youngest baby, Andrea, nearly 26 years ago (Flashback update: nearly 33 years ago!). Listening to Megan talk about pregnancy, labor, and newborn care, it's clear there have been some important—and some not-so-important—changes in the whole process since back in my day.

Back sleeping: Back in my day, pregnant women generally slept on their back. Or at least I did. Apparently sleeping on one's back during pregnancy is a big no-no. Something about pressure on the spine, circulation problems, hemorrhoids and drops in blood pressure. Plain and simple, it's not good for Mom, it's not good for baby, say the experts.

Ultrasounds: Back in my day, parents-to-be didn't automatically receive baby-in-utero photos to show grandparents, friends, and strangers. Ultrasounds were typically only done in emergency situations, and you didn't get a souvenir photo after the process. Nowadays there are a series of ultrasounds and a series of pictures, starting with those in which the babies are unrecognizable blobs. Megan and Preston announced their first pregnancy to Jim and me with a framed photo of a Brayden blob. And the pregnancy yielding Camden was announced to the family via a text message photo. (Although, the photo being of a blob and all, Jim actually thought it was a B&W photo of Megan's carved Jack-o-Lantern, not our second grandson.)

Sprinkles: Back in my day, new mothers were given a baby shower to honor Mom and outfit baby and nursery. With the first baby, that is. Second babies and second-time moms weren't celebrated in such a fashion. Consensus was that it just seemed wrong to solicit more gifts when Mom should have hand-me-downs from the first. Nowadays, second-time (and third- and more-time) moms still don't usually get repeat showers, but they do get "sprinkled." It's a lighter version of the full baby shower, I'm told, more of a sponge-bath o' love from the closest friends and family.

Strep B: Back in my day, mothers were tested for various things upon learning they were pregnant. I can't remember exactly what those things were (like I said, that was 26, err, 33 years ago), but I'm pretty sure Strep B wasn't one of them. Apparently the Strep B test is a pretty important one nowadays, one given to every pregnant mom, one whose results may alter the delivery plan. Or it's supposed to. As long as you get to the hospital in time to get some antibiotics pumping intravenously as precautionary protection for the little one. Which, ahem, was supposed to happen with Megan and Camden but didn't because the newfangled procedure next on this list worked far quicker than expected. (Camden fortunately ended up okay and aced the tests that proved it.)

Induction: Back in my day, pitocin was the drug of choice for bringing on labor. I never had to be induced, but it was the go-to method of getting that baby outta there when needed. Apparently drugs aren't the only option anymore, there's also the option to insert a balloon — up "there" — to get things moving. Which just seems weird to me. But it clearly worked for getting Camden here ... again, far quicker than expected.

Swaddling: Back in my day, I learned rather quickly that swaddling a baby could save the day, as well as Mom and Dad's sanity. The technique made millionaires out of entrepreneurial folks who marketed swaddling blankets. Swaddling was in vogue for years and years, even through Brayden's birth and early months. I have pictures galore of the newborn bundle wrapped tight into a precious little Brayden burrito. I won't be doing that with Camden, though, and neither will Megan, as the experts now say swaddling is out and letting the baby's arms flop and fling to help them awaken themselves is in.

Push presents: Back in my day, moms pushed their way through labor and delivery and were rewarded for their hard work with a precious bundle to take home with them, to love and cherish forever. That's not how it works nowadays, at least in some circles. Yes, moms still get the precious bundle and the hope is that they'll love and cherish it forever, but they also get a special gift from Dad for the performance in pushing out the kid. It may be jewelry, a new bag, a fitness membership, but whatever it may be, Dad better have thought long and hard — and opened his wallet wide — to show his appreciation for the pain and pushing Mom endured in the name of growing the family tree.

Some of these changes make sense to me. There's certainly no harm done by not swaddling a baby, especially if it keeps the SIDS fears at bay. But push presents? That one leads me to wonder how many times moms will expect gifts throughout the years to make up for the pains of parenting. Because as those of us with adult children know, in hindsight, the pushing during delivery is by far one of the easier parts of parenting.

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Comment to (possibly) win a canvas print!

I'm giving away a code for a 20X16 canvas print from Canvas Factory. They do gorgeous work, as you can see by this photo of Patrick and James, which I created (from an iPhone photo!) with a code from Canvas Factory for review:

The code to create a canvas print is a $129 value, yet all it takes is one little comment to enter to win. A comment answering a question about family photos—something near and dear to the hearts of grandparents. So easy!

Would you like to comment and enter to win? Just click RIGHT HERE! (Then do come back to join the GRAND Social.)

GRAND Social No. 306 link party for grandparents

Welcome back! And welcome to the 306th edition of the longest running link party exclusively for grandparents! Let's get started...

How it works:
  • All grandparent bloggers are invited to add a link. You don't have to blog about grandparenting, just be a grandparent who blogs.

  • Grandparents who do not blog (or want to share something other than their own post) are welcome to add links to other posts grandparent readers may be interested in.
  • To link up a post, copy the direct URL to the specific post — new or old — that you want to share, not the link to the blog or website home page. Then click the blue button below marked "Add your link" and follow the directions.
  • I reserve the right to remove posts I feel are inappropriate. (Which hasn't happened yet, but I feel obligated to note that, just in case.)
  • Those who add links to the GRAND Social link party will be sent a weekly reminder when the party goes live. If you prefer to be removed from that email list, feel free to do so (and you'll still be more than welcome to join the party any time).
  • If adding your own post, including a mention such as This post linked to the GRAND Social to your linked posts is appreciated. 
  • The GRAND Social linky accepts posts through Wednesday evening, so please come back to see those added after your first visit.
  • If you're not a linker, you have the pleasure of being a reader. Those sharing a link would be honored to have you visit, read and, if so moved, leave a comment, even if just "Hey, stopping by from the GRAND Social." Bloggers who link are encouraged to visit and comment on the links of other bloggers, as well.
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I'm one of those grandmas who displays lots and lots of photos of my loved ones. All around my house. For this post, I began counting the number of pictures I have placed here and there. And stopped at thirty six. With the remainder of the main level plus the family room to go, I've chosen to just guesstimate here. I'm guessing there are fifty or so scattered about. On walls, bookcases, mantels, and more.

I delight in seeing my sweeties, old and young, in pictures. But with that many pictures to adore—and dust—I clearly don't need anymore.

Yet an offer to review—and give away! (more on that below)—a custom canvas print from Canvas Factory…

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This #TBT feature originally published on Grandma's Briefs April 14, 2015—when Brayden was two months away from 7 and Camden soon to turn 4. Thank you for reading my rerun!

Super simple, sloppy, summer fun!

WHAT YOU NEED

  • Basic rectangular household sponges in various colors (two per sponge bomb)

WHAT YOU DO

  • Cut each sponge lengthwise into four pieces for a total of eight strips per sponge bomb.
  • Gather the eight strips evenly together. Secure the handful of strips in the center with the cable tie, pulling as tight as possible.

Sponge bombs are great for practicing juggling.

Playing catch.

Getting them super soaking wet...

...and bombing one another.

Again and again!

Or anything else a youngster's imagination might devise.

Note: The sponge bombs last longer if kept moist; when dry, the strips break easily.

Today's question:

Who would you most like to sponge bomb today?

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Wherein I ramble on...

Brianna is starting to show. And that's pretty darn awesome. She and Patrick find out next week if their first baby is a boy or a girl. I'm hoping for a girl... yet wonder if it's wrong to even consider hoping for one gender over another considering what they've gone through to get this far. Of course I'll be thrilled with another grandson but as this is likely my final grandchild, adding a girl to the grand group seems fitting. (Don't tell anyone, but I do think it's a girl.)

The life God intended. Conversations and situations of late left me wondering if when we get to heaven, God shows us a highlight reel of the fabulous, fulfilling life we would have lived if only we had gone where he led, paid better attention to his promptings. Such punishment, though, seems more befitting of hell. Glad I'm not going there.

Movies I didn't love. Jim and I watched a couple crappy DVDs recently. THE COMMUTER stunk. As did WINCHESTER. Unexpectedly bad films considering Liam Neeson starred in the former, Helen Mirren the latter.

Marriage matters. My husband and I came within centimeters of separating in 2016. This past weekend was yet another average, uneventful, comfortable collection of days that make me grateful to the core our marriage survived that heartbreaking, heart-shaking, shit-show of a year. Thanks fully and completely to God and His three-cord strategy. 

HQ Trivia! Do you play? I'm not typically one to jump on bandwagons, but Jim and I are pretty committed to mastering the live online trivia game. I try each weekday afternoon, together we play each evening. We will win one day! We may garner mere pennies, but bragging rights to a win will be plenty.

Cracked pots. Sunday's sermon resonated greatly. Thank you, Pastor Jeffrey, for illuminating the importance of shining our lights despite our cracks and brokenness. (Interested? Video of the sermon is on Facebook.)

I went through two bottles of vodka over the weekend. Admittedly, each was only half full to begin with. And, more importantly, I didn't drink them, I used them on spots where my cat Isabel peed because Tabby Abby bullied her away from the (two) litter boxes. That horrendous, ineradicable odor of cat pee? Who knew vodka would do the trick? Better than any of the numerous enzymatic cleaners I tried. Thanks, Google!

I love my four sisters. Even though we aren't very close. Yet one recently decided I'm not worth being any degree of close to, regards me more lowly than virtual acquaintances. For unknown—unspoken—reasons. I pray my daughters never do such things to their sisters.

Lo Mein. I love it! It's what I order every time I eat Chinese. I made a fabulous homemade Chicken Lo Mein for dinner Sunday night and am now kicking myself for not writing down what I added as I made it. Not only so I could make it exactly the same again, but so I could share the recipe here. (I do love that I have leftovers for lunch today, though.)

Speaking of kicking myself... Brayden, Declan, and Camden plus Megan and Preston will be here next week. For a very brief visit, on their way home from a wedding in Aspen. I'm truly thrilled they'll be here, and we all—with Andrea, Brianna, and James, too—are going to the North Pole to celebrate the three boys' June birthdays. That will be my one full day with them. I keep kicking myself for wanting more time with my favorite desert-dwelling family than that. I'm diligently working my way to sincere contentment and gratitude for the time I do get. It's a bit of an internal struggle, though. I think other grandmas might understand. Maybe?

There! Consider this cracked-pot of a grandma's brain drained. For now.

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Lucky sevens!

My superhero-loving grandson, Camden, turned seven years old last week. Seven!

On his first day at the lucky age, Camden sported seven in style:

Doesn't seven look grand on my silly, sweet superstar?

Seven also looks grand on my calendar, as only seven more days until I get to see Camden. And his brothers. Live and in person at my place.

Which means just seven more days until this grandma's in seventh heaven!

Lucky sevens, for sure!

GRAND Social No. 305 link party for grandparents

Lucky me also because you are once again joining me for another GRAND Social link party, the longest running link party exclusively for grandparents!

Thank you for being here!

How it works:
  • All grandparent bloggers are invited to add a link. You don't have to blog about grandparenting, just be a grandparent who blogs.

  • Grandparents who do not blog (or want to share something other than their own post) are welcome to add links to other posts grandparent readers may be interested in.
  • To link up a post, copy the direct URL to the specific post — new or old — that you want to share, not the link to the blog or website home page. Then click the blue button below marked "Add your link" and follow the directions.
  • I reserve the right to remove posts I feel are inappropriate. (Which hasn't happened yet, but I feel obligated to note that, just in case.)
  • Those who add links to the GRAND Social link party will be sent a weekly reminder when the party goes live. If you prefer to be removed from that email list, feel free to do so (and you'll still be more than welcome to join the party any time).
  • If adding your own post, including a mention such as This post linked to the GRAND Social to your linked posts is appreciated. 
  • The GRAND Social linky accepts posts through Wednesday evening, so please come back to see those added after your first visit.
  • If you're not a linker, you have the pleasure of being a reader. Those sharing a link would be honored to have you visit, read and, if so moved, leave a comment, even if just "Hey, stopping by from the GRAND Social." Bloggers who link are encouraged to visit and comment on the links of other bloggers, as well.
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Grandma's Briefs by Lisa Carpenter - 2w ago

This #TBT feature originally published on Grandma's Briefs June 15, 2012. Thank you for reading this rerun!

Not my deck or chair, but wouldn't it be lovely to sit there? (photo: stock.xchng)

Jim and I had overnight guests Wednesday night. It was a short and simple hosting stint as we were merely the midway stopping point for extended relatives going from here to there. Nothing draining, as guests—even the most beloved, most welcomed—can often be. Once our guests left and the house was empty, though, I wanted nothing more than to grab my cup of coffee and sit out on the back deck in my rocking chair.

So I did. I rocked and rocked while listening to the birds chirp and the waterfall gurgle. The dogs investigated the far reaches of the yard, and the cats sat inside at the window, wishing I'd let them out to join us. The breeze blew gently, the temperature grow warmer, my coffee grew colder. Outside, plants needed watering, flowers needed deadheading. Inside, email needed to be answered, a post needed to be written.

But all I wanted to was rock. And rock... and rock... and rock.

As I sat there rocking, I realized rocking is something I never tire of. It's one of the very few things I never tire of, may possibly be the only thing I never tire of. I love spending time with my husband, my family, my friends, and, without a doubt, my grandkids. Extended time with even those I love the very most, though, can be draining, tiring. I'm an introvert at heart, I get my energy from time alone.

Yet even those things I do alone, my solitary pastimes I enjoy pursuing solo, aren't activities I can do without end. I tire of baking, being on the computer, of reading, of writing, of listening to music, of trying to play music. I can only walk for so long, take photos for so long, sit and do nothing for so long, without tiring of whatever it is I am—or am not—doing.

Except rocking.

I have rocking chairs of various sorts inside my house, outside my house. There's a wooden rocker in the upper-level porch and one in the spare bedroom. A glider/rocker sits in the living room, another in the family room. I have a wooden rocker on the deck, a rocker-like swing in the back yard. All awaiting me, all ready to be set into motion.

The back and forth... back and forth... back and forth of those rockers fit whatever my mood, beat in time with whatever my heart rate. Rocking calms me when I'm riled, soothes me when I'm sad, helps me burn off energy when I'm tense, excited, nervous, angry, exhultant, worried.

I find peace in rocking.

I never grow tired of rocking.

I rock on.

Today's question:

What do you never tire of?

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An adorable new picture book you'll want to share with your sweeties: When Fur and Feather Get Together by David Margrave and illustrated by Kim Wyly.

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Grandma's Briefs by Lisa Carpenter - 3w ago

In recognition of Memorial Day—with sincere gratitude for and remembrance of those who gave all for our country—there will be no GRAND Social link party this week.

I wish you and yours a safe and relaxing holiday!

God bless America! 

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