What a shitty week this has been, I just wanted to scream every day...piles of crap on top of more crap at work, I’m so over it.

Today right after work I’m meeting Jules for dinner and then we’re going to do some major retail therapy, I can’t wait to see her since it’s been years since we’ve actually gotten together, we live 30 minutes away from each other so I don’t know why it’s been so long, she has small children so that has a lot to do with it, they keep her busy with school and sports and all that jazz.

We had a major storm last night, it made for some really groovy sleep but it knocked our power out for a couple of hours, needless to say I dragged my ass in 30 minutes late to work today.
It also made it hard to leave the house since I had a sleepy cuddly baby boy next to me, he snuggled up to me and said “Nana” and gave me a kiss when he woke up. I wish I could freeze time.

Time to make a pot of coffee and pray for this day to go by fast!

Are you freaking kidding me with this bullshit??

I’m working on my grandson’s 2nd birthday post/letter so I went back to look at the one from last year, it’s so amazing to go back and see how much he’s grown and changed in just a year.

The one year post is here but it’s private so you’ll have to sign in to read it.

Yesterday was the 7th day without seeing my grandson and I could not take it anymore.
I called my Step-daughter at work and asked her if I could have him for the night. I picked him up right after work.
We met at my in-laws’ house and since we both got there at the same time, as soon as he jumped in my arms we were out of there!
I literally grabbed him, got his diaper bag and told his mom bye...she just looked at me and laughed, she knows Nana doesn’t play around when it comes to time with that boy..

We had dinner and played for a bit and then when it got a bit cooler I took him to the park, JR met us there after work and we had a great time.
I love love love that boy!
This morning I woke up to him snuggling up to me all sleepy and cozy, that’s the best thing ever.
JR dropped him off at day care and I get to pick him up this afternoon...this day cannot move fast enough for me.

Those of you with boys know how special they are, I had no idea a boy would capture my heart this way, I only had experience with my daughter and my nieces.
Dena and Misty know...and AB is about to find out, I am so thrilled for her! Boys are just different, so loving and sweet that they make you melt into a puddle.

When my brother was young someone gave my parents this poem and I was lucky enough to find it online and sent it to AB a few months ago:

What is a Boy?

Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a
delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and
colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of every
minute of every hour of every day and to protest with noise (their only
weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off
to bed at night.

Boys are found everywhere---on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls
ignore them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and
Heaven protects them.

A boy is Truth with dirt on his face. Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and Hope of the future with a frog in its
pocket.

When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of
noise. When you want him to make an impression, his brain turns to jelly or
else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the
world and himself with it.

A boy is a composite---he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a
sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a
cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness
of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker,
and when he makes something he has five thumbs on each hand.

He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the
street, woods, water (in its natural habitat), large animals, Dads, trains,
Saturday mornings and fire engines.

He is not much for Sunday school, company, school, books without pictures,
music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.

No one else is so early to rise or so late to supper. Nobody else gets so much
fun out of trees, dogs and breezes. Nobody else can cram in one pocket-a
rusty knife, a half eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham
sack, two gum drops, six cents, a sling shot, a chunk of unknown substance and
a genuine supersonic ring with a secret compartment.

A boy is a magical creature---you can lock him out of your kitchen, but you
can’t lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but not
out of your mind.

Might as well give up---he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your
master. A freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.

When you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and
dreams---he can mend them all like new with the two magic words----Hi MOM

Another good one:

What is a Boy?

He’s an imp and an angel,
a dreamer, a tease
An explorer of meadows, and
a climber of trees.
A runner of errands, and
doer of chores.
Who tears his best trousers, and
tracks up your floors.
He’s a solemn young man with
some mud on his feet,
And a daredevil riding his
bike down the street.
A bundle of questions, who
wants to know “why”,
The world goes around and
the stars fill the sky.
But adventurous, timid, excited
or quiet,
There’s nothing so new that he
won’t care to try it.
And just when your temper and
patience wear thin,
He’ll look up at you with an
innocent grin.
And your heart melts again with
your real pride and joy,
In that mischievous, wonderful
treasure--- your boy!!

For my baby girl at the airport



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