Just Call Me Mimi

IMG_5569For Christmas this year, Superman rented a cabin in the mountains of North Carolina, so all of our peeps could be together. Mary Claire and Tyler came from Charleston and Adam and Elizabeth drove up Christmas afternoon. img_5719I brought along some yarn, crochet needles and a book on how to make stuffed animals. I needed to have something to do with my hands. I figured maybe I could bone up on my skills.

One evening while sitting around the fire, Mary Claire and Tyler pull out a gift bag and handing to Superman said “This is for your birthday (which is January 19) since we won’t be able to see you.” Superman pulls out a bunch of tissue paper and a picture frame. He immediately puts it to his chest and says “Oh Wow.” Now, I’m over there crocheting away and Mary Claire says “Mom! Pay attention!”IMG_5568

With a tears in his eyes, Superman turns the frame around and shows us THIS!!! 


IMG_0459MC and Tyler had special little gifts for each of us. Nanny (Superman’s mom) and I got a cute children’s book and Superman received a personalized onesie. The new parents said they were thinking I would be Mimi, kinda, sorta the same as Mary. And jokingly said Superman could be Pipi. You know Mimi and Pipi…….Everyone is dying of laughter, except maybe Superman. Ok, ok…so maybe Pipi isn’t his first choice of names, but we all know that whatever this little punkin wants to call him he’ll be just fine with.IMG_5576I really don’t think I’m old enough to be a grandmother… didn’t I just have her?…but she is perfectly ready to start a family.IMG_5581She’s in perfect health, yet here in her first trimester, as you can see, she’s a little green with nausea. Now, as of today, already in her second trimester she is feeling great!!!IMG_5570Within minutes after all the hugs and congratulations, Superman was texting his besties about the big news. Mary Claire fussed “DAD!!!! Don’t tell anyone! We are keeping this a secret until my next doctor’s visit.” Oops. We promised that we wouldn’t say a thing. (See? Here it is February before I’m telling the world about this wonderful news! Boy, I’m good…weelll…)

About 2:00 in the morning of the evening we found out, I got a bad case of heartburn. I got up, dropped a few Alka Seltzer tablets into a glass of water and started scrolling through Pinterest. Of course, I was looking at all the wonderful baby things I could make. I even made a new baby board to pin all the fun ideas to. The next morning, I got a text from my sister, who asked how everything was going and if I had anything new to share. (I’m thinking to myself, “My lips are sealed. I am not going to spill the beans until Mary Claire says I can. I can keep a secret.”) I told my sister that we were having a wonderful time! She replied that she was on Pinterest that morning and saw a new board I had made. YIKES! At 2:00 in the morning I forgot to make that board a “secret board”.IMG_5572

Then a few weeks ago, before we got the green light to share, Superman and I were having dinner with some friends. (These fine folks above are our peeps, our familia, our loves, not who we were having dinner with in this little ditty I’m sharing….) Anyway… Superman started telling our friends at dinner about his conversation with Tyler, the soon-to-be-new-dad. “Yeah, I told Tyler, who is now a practicing vegan, that when this little whippersnapper comes to visit Poppy, I’m going to give him a hot dog.” Superman’s eyes got big. He looked at me and said “Do they know?” They do now! I immediately spread my arms out wide and proclaimed that everyone was on notice, that it was Superman and NOT ME who spilled the beans.

Ok. Let’s get honest. I may have told 1 or 2 or 10 people about becoming Mimi. I couldn’t help it! I am so excited!IMG_0510Look!!! I’ve already picked out some A-Dor-Able fabric for the quilt! Mary Claire talked about how she kind of envisions a pond theme with ducks, frogs and lily pads for the baby’s room. Right now, they don’t want to find out the sex of the baby, so the colors need to be gender neutral.IMG_0513I mean Come On! This is so perfect! Ducks! Turtles! Cheese and Crackers! Pigs, puppies and rabbits on roller skates!!! 937aeed9f587c2b011aea4a3451cffa4Momma requested a polka dot quilt. I found this lovely one on a Craftsy Pinterest Board , pattern by Holly at Bijou Lovely.  I think all of those sweet and playful animals will make an adorable quilt for my first grandbaby. What do you think?

I don’t know. Maybe I had a premonition about becoming a grandma, when I brought that crochet book about making sweet stuffed animals to the mountains. Who knows.

The one thing I am sure of, is that this is going to be an exciting new adventure for all of us. I can only thank God for His many blessings…so far excellent health for momma and baby…Mimi and Poppy’s health to be able to keep up with the punkin, we are only 3 hours away, which means if Mary Claire calls us in the morning to babysit that night, we can be there before noon!

Seriously though. I believe with every cell of my body that each and every one of us are God’s creation. With all the fighting, cancer, drugs, and natural disasters, don’t we all need to see and feel the joy of expectant birth? When I’m having a sad moment or feeling like throwing in the towel, I think about this little ray of sunshine and I have hope.

Thinking about being a grandma, being called Mimi, holding that bundle of joy…this makes me happy.

I really appreciate you being here and reading this blog. I’ve got some great things to share with you. I hope you’ll come back. Remember we’re here just sharing the joy in this ordinary, imperfect world.


And Then There Were None

About three weeks ago we sent our last child off to college. As any of you with multiple children know, each child is different. With our first one off to college, there were tears, stress and a bit of chaos. I remember the night before we took her to the College of Charleston, I took one last look at our dining room table and was pleased with the amount of stuff that was there. Mary Claire and I had spent weeks planning her dorm room making sure every detail was thought of…cute bedspread and dust ruffle, matching lamp and rug, storage items, bulletin board with oh-so-cute push pins, hand made art, etc…I didn’t feel like it was excessive, just right. It would all fit in one car. THEN, I woke the next morning to an explosion of stuff! The lamp, bedspread and pushpins all had a wild party and something happened! There was a soccer ball, tennis racket (she had never been on the court), a guitar (took two lessons from some guy), winter clothes, our good frisbee, a camel, deck chair and the kitchen sink. OMG! These pics were taken as she headed off her senior year. It took a truck AND my SUV to get her down there as a freshman.Then there was Adam. Adam was reporting to The Citadel. Needless to say, they sent you a very specific list…10 pairs of white calf socks, 10 pairs of black socks, 10 white undershirts…We went the week before to Target and checked off the list. That was it. No cute stuff. Nothing extra. Just the list. All of his stuff fit into two large storage containers. Then there is Thomas. I tried all summer to get him to think about college. “Don’t you want to go out and get some stuff for your dorm room?” Naw. “Hey! Meet me at Target and we’ll get you ready to move in!” Ma, I think I’ll just think about this later.

I get it. He’s a guy. So, on Saturday we loaded up his car with all eight things, including two pillows, some towels and a set of sheets.

He did pack something…a polar tech sweater (its only 90* right now) in a box. That’s it. A sweater in a box. I really wanted the day to special for him. So I baked a batch of muffins. Every Saturday when the kids were young, more than likely a friend or two would have been spending the night. I would have muffins on Saturday morning. This was a special day and I wanted to bring that special feeling back. Here are my muffins…burned to a crisp. Ok. So the day isn’t starting out like I’d like. As we pulled into the parking lot, there is my wonderful family waiting to help their boy move into college. Because there was such a small amount of stuff, everyone got to carry a pillow, or a pair of shoes or a box all in one load!

Then as soon as this picture was taken, the residence hall guy asks Thomas for his card that tells them Thomas has paid his dues. Oops! Mom had forgotten to bring that little piece of important information. Luckily for me, Spartanburg Methodist College is only a few minutes away, so I quickly drove home to get the card. Mom is really making the day great.So, by the time I returned, all six shirts and two pairs of pants were hung. (I know Thomas’ grandmother hung those up. He would normally stuff them in a drawer.)The bed was made. (His grandmother, whom we affectionately call Nanny, made me promise I would get him a proper comforter. A blanket is just not enough to keep her baby warm.)One of the things that threw Mary Claire into a tail spin when she moved into college that first year, was that her brothers didn’t have respect for her things. Her brothers, the pack mules, would grab as much as they could carry and take it up the two flights of stairs to her room. (As much crap as she had, I was so thankful to have these guys helping. Just sayin.) Unfortunately, by the time they made it half way up, clothes were slipping, jewelry that she had so painstakingly arranged in the organizer became jumbled. She remembers clearly seeing her brothers dragging her clothes on the floor. So today, she decided to get one of them back. (Not sure how effective it was in “getting” him back, but she felt better.)It took a total of 15 minutes to get him set up. No cute posters. No comforter and dust ruffle. Just the basics. The boy is in.

Seven people came to help , encourage and love on this boy. My heart overflowed with love. Moments before I felt like I had just ruined this day for him. Then I looked around and realized that love overwhelmed any mistakes. Thomas is starting a new chapter in his life. I am so excited to see what God has planned for him. No matter what, this family will be there to support him.

I think part of being a good parent is seeing each child as unique, wonderful individuals. This cool as a cucumber kid is not his sister, nor his brother or mother or father. He is Thomas. He has a heart as big as anyone I’ve ever seen. He knows what he wants and will do what he can to get it. He isn’t afraid of hard work. I know whatever path he takes, it will involve helping people. I love this boy of mine.

Son, you may be a college boy, but remember your momma is always here.Huh. I guess you know that. (Just had to run by for a screwdriver, so he could put a table together…and a snack.)


Here is a quick video I made him take of his room:

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