My first grandchild was due last week, but since his/her dad was two weeks late himself, I shouldn't be surprised that his child is taking their own sweet time. Anxious, but not surprised. I'm trying to decide if it's easier worrying long distance or if actually being there would be better. I don't think they let you swill wine in hospitals, even if it is for medicinal purposes.
When it comes to my kids, I don't always react well. My son was about 13 and had to have some oral surgery. I did all they things they told me to do--ate breakfast, had coffee, tried to stay calm. But I passed out when they put in his I.V. I was standing up, holding onto the rail of his hospital bed, and the nurse had to pry my hands loose so I could finish passing out and hit the floor. When I came to, they told him I was alright and sometimes parents do that sort of thing. He just sighed and said, "I can't take her anywhere." I don't think a mom ever loved her son more at that moment. I loved that he wasn't humiliated. Sometimes, it's the little things that mean the most.
For dinner tonight, I tossed together some cold steamed shrimp, grapefruit supremes, chunks of avocado, a little finely chopped onion, cilantro, and a vinaigrette of grapefruit and lime juice with olive oil and a touch of honey. I served it on a chiffonade of iceberg lettuce and baby spinach leaves. It was pretty tasty and a nice idea for a hot summer's night, except for one thing--my daughter has a canker sore in her mouth the size of the Grand Canyon, so feeding her grapefruit was a pretty dumb thing to do. Yeah, I know. I guess that means no Mother of the Year award. Let's hope I do better at this grandparent thing. How's that for a segue?
As promised last week, I'm also including a photo of the latest blueberry pie I made. I thought the family was getting a little tired of pie, but after
Forgot to add the lettuce for the photo
Last piece of pie--mine!
As soon as I get word from my son, I'll tweet you guys. Boy or girl? My intuition says girl, which means of course, that it's a boy.
What a sweet story about your son when he was 13...ReplyDelete
OMG, Susan, I am so excited for you... I hope the baby will be born very very soooooon!!!!!!
Okay, I am craving pie now.
Can't wait to hear about the grandbaby! And your meal sounds wonderful. I can't imagine growing weary of any kind of pie. Your blueberry pie looks great too!ReplyDelete
Linked to your blog from Dances with Wool. I have enjoyed reading your back posts. Good luck with the new baby. Can I have a slice of your peach pie?ReplyDelete
From one pie loving knitter to another.
Oooh! Well you grandbaby can't hide in there forever! Congrats on becoming Grandma! You'll be great :)ReplyDelete
Now I want pie (send some this way?) and the shrimp salad meal sounds delish!
wooey hoooey baby baby coming- that is exciting.ReplyDelete
The Mr. Sophanne would never it that delicious looking shrimp and grapefruit salad but I'll have several lunches if I look into it next week!
I forgot to comment the other day that I loved the story about your son and "I can't take her anywhere". That's wonderful. Poor you though, although I can definitely sympathize!ReplyDelete
Catching up on blog reading finally. I'm hoping the next post I catch up on is about a new baby!! ;)ReplyDelete