So, yeah, life is returning to normal around here. Or semi normal. Oldest kiddo got a kick out of my greeting when she walked into the house the other night.... "Oooooooh! Look what I'm working on! How was your day? Hi, baby!" (The last bit was addressed to the belly bump.) Yup, talking to the bump is just part of our day now.
Actually, the kids and I joke that oldest kiddo must be pregnant with, "hi, baby!" since that is the way we all address oldest kid's tummy. Youngest kiddo was sypathetic to the constant tummy-talking. Just in case older sister ever found talking to the bump one sided, youngest kiddo suggested that it was ok to address *her* belly and say hello to dinner!
Oh! I also have a new name! No grandma names seemed to fit me. Sorry... but they all seemed a bit OLD. And I refuse to utter that nasty, bad word. Ever. Eeeeeuw.... shivering! The closest I could get to naming myself without gagging was G'amma. Like taking the "r" out takes away the bad-word connotation.... But even that seemed a bit fuddy-duddy. Until I burst out with a new idea while sitting at the table with my kidlets the other day! I'm not just G'amma, I'm SUPER G'AMMA!!!!! Yes, that would be "super" with a cape and mask and everything! Ok, maybe skip the mask, it might scare the wee one. But definitely a cape! Like all the superheros! Sooooo... now that I am a superhero, I can say my new name without gagging!
Well... that's the happy thought for today! Or happy thoughts.... Never can seem to stick to just one!
Have a happy day!