It’s starting to be a lot of work holding my little chubby grandson. He’s getting close to 20 lbs. already and really doesn’t like to help hold himself up. I was trying to play with him and he just kept flinging himself back onto my chest. Of course, he thinks that’s hilarious and laughs and laughs. I think to myself “Ouch!” and “Geez, boy, please sit up.” We get along perfectly.
Pee Wee is still adjusting to being a mom. I have to remind her to pick up his stuff, throw away his diapers, call the doctor and all kinds of things. It gets frustrating for both of us because she gets offended and I think she should know better. I worry about how both of them are going to manage when she moves out in a couple of months1 because I don’t know if she’s ready for all that responsibility. But what can I do? I’m going to let her fly the nest and hope she doesn’t do a belly flop from 50 feet up.
She’s almost done with all of her school work, so that means she’ll be graduating early. And she’s talking about getting engaged to and moving in with her boyfriend. I don’t know if I approve of all of that, but she turns 18 in March so she can do whatever she wants then. I’ll be sad to miss the graduation ceremony, though. I was looking forward to that. I’ll have to wait 12 more years for Mags to graduate. They’ll probably do away with the ceremony completely by then.
A couple more months and I’ll know exactly what they mean by “empty nester”. I can’t decide if I’m excited or anxious about it. I guess it depends on the day and if Pee Wee and I are getting along. Keep your fingers crossed for her.
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