Okay, so tell me she’s not the sweetest grandkid ever…
Now that I’m a grandmother, I’m told that, a certain level of obnoxiousness is acceptable. Although this isn’t going to turn into a “how much I love my granddaughter blog,” I have to at least do one blog post. Right?
The people who know me outside this blog know that this past week has been a very exciting time for me. Last Friday I became a grandmother for the first time and I’ve been fortunate enough to spend some time with my daughter, her husband, and new baby in Moncton. Being a country girl, this is the longest I’ve spent in any city. Oh the traffic! That’s certainly something you don’t hear so much of in good old E. Dalhousie.
So here I’ve been this past week doing what’s needed and offering support. (I can remember how unsure I felt about being a new mother the first time around.) But my daughter and her husband are both more than capable, and I have every confidence that they’ll get along fine. It’s been fun to be here this past week, to be able to help out but not take over—- if you know what I mean.
That’s my news this week. I have been working on a short story as well but somehow that news seems to pale alongside the BIG news.
Now to prove I’m not totally obnoxious and self-centred, I’ll give any of you a chance to talk about whatever you’re just itching to tell the rest of the world. Okay..ready..Here you go….