I have been called a grandma for years. I think its my hair. Maybe not even my hair, but my head. I think my head shape mixed with my curly hair mixed with my impatience for primping makes my hair stick out like old-fashioned-grandma poof hair. Anyway, I've been accused of being my kids' grandma and my sisters' mom for about 13 years now. It has never really bugged me too bad, but I was always a bit annoyed, especially when I was still in my 30's and I wanted people to know I was my children's mother.
On February 17th Penelope Wren Dougal was born and turned me into an official grandma and all of a sudden I'd like everyone to call me grandma now and I'll gladly show you all her pictures to prove it. I was lucky enough to see the miracle of her birth and when she came home I tried to give the new mom and dad a little extra rest by snuggling with Penny for the good part of two nights. Of course, it was all selfishness more than helping them, really. I knew I'd have to leave in a few days, so I held on to that heaven-gift all I could.
She likes me I think, and even the poof hair hasn't phased her. How's that for this year's post?
