I'm Calling Her Grandma Ghost or G.G. for Short

We have a ghost.

I’m totally down with having a ghost. I mean, it’s like the next best thing to having a pool, right?

I know, I know. It’s obviously not as cool as a vampire. I WISH!

The ghoul hierarchy being what it is: Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts; I think top 3 is pretty good.

Weird things started happening a few months ago; things that are clearly the work of the supernatural.

Case in point: last week I went up to get Ella. She was squished into the corner of her crib, like she always is, but this time the music on her mobile was playing.

She was still dead asleep. Her little pudgy-wudgey arms and legs could not have reached over to the far side of her crib to accidentally turn it on. And the remote has been out of batteries for some time (us being the lazy parents that we are). This has happened a few times.

Obviously, work of a ghost.

Secondly, Ella is a talker, like most 9 month olds

She jabbers away. You just know she’s giving you some good stock tip or a new healthy recipe she learned through the endless hours of Food Network we subject her to.

(If only we could understand her! We’d be rich AND healthy! )

But she’s taken to looking up to the ceiling and jabbering like she’s talking TO someone. It’s kind of creepy, really. She stares right up at the ceiling and relays all of her get rich quick schemes.

Obviously.

The husband really doesn’t want to encourage this ghost talk, so he likes to tell me that the noises I hear is just the house ‘settling’.

Fine, Mark.

I guess the ‘settling’ sounds EXACTLY like someone is walking down our stairs? And the house knows which floor boards make the “I’m walking across the room RIGHT NOW” sounds?

We either have a really smart house or a ghost.

Clearly Mark is wrong. Sorry, babe.

I might be more upset about this were it just some strange spirit talking to my baby.

But I know who it is.

The people that we bought the house from casually mentioned that they had moved in Grandma a few years before selling, in the bedroom right next to Ella’s.

Grandma wasn’t around by the time we bought the house. The bedroom had been turned into a sewing room.

I’m just saying.

Clearly, it’s a kind, loving ghost. I mean, only a Grandma would turn on the mobile and jabber to a 9 month old.

And we're keeping her, no matter what Mark says. Imagine the resale value!

I just wish we could get her to babysit.

Happy Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day. My first as a real life Mommy. (Thank goodness those cabbage patch days don't count or I'd have a lot of explaining to do with CPS.)

 

Today is the day where we give thanks for our Mothers . The project manager, the crew, and the materials all in one loving woman who built us from the ground up for 9 months.

 

I have had the grand fortune of having a wonderful mother and a wonderful grandmother that have made me into the woman I am today.

 

My mom was and is the one I call when nothing has gone right, when everything has gone well, on a Monday, on a Saturday, when I'm well or when I'm sick. And she's still I the one I look too for my baby.

 

She's the one who gave my brothers and I the foundation for our strong, unwavering faith in the Lord.

 

She's the one who loved us enough to tell us we could do anything we set our sights on and then let us explore the world. That is how I was able to go to graduate school four states away and find the man of my dreams and live the life I was supposed to live.

 

She's was the one that knew I had to back to that first grade classroom after I had my ever so teeny-tiny accident (it totally wasn't my fault. The classroom was watching a video and the teacher didn't see my hand raised and I was too scared to get up and just go to the bathroom sooo...) and I was MORTIFIED. I didn't like her very much that day. But looking back, if she hadn't made me walk back in there that same day I would have never gone back (or it would have cost a TON of tears).

 

She was the one who slept in the hospital with me with every asthma attack and made sure I had my inhaler at all times. That is still one of the questions I get "Do you have your inhaler?" And I'm 30 years old.

 

She's my teacher, my doctor, my babysitter, my taxi driver, my cheerleader, my protector, my devil's advocate and my friend.

 

I love you Mom!

 

 

Easter x2

I hope you had a lovely Easter weekend!  We certainly did. 

For Ella and I, it was Round 2 of the Easter Circuit.  The weekend before was Ohio Easter with my side and this weekend was Texas Easter with the Hubs' side.  It was jam packed with family, eating, family and more eating... mainly eating.  

Round 1 - Easter Weekend in Ohio

Grandma getting her squeezes in.






Grandma and Grandpa getting E ready for Easter pictures.



Grandpa and Ella having fun. 



Getting ready for our Easter pictures.  I was going to say "Easter Pictorial" but didn't want it to sound too Playboy Bunny, definitely not to be confused with the Easter bunny. 

She loved the teenage Wal-Mart employee dressed as the Easter Bunny.  What can I say? The girl's social.

Round 2 - Easter Weekend Texas

This is how the weekend started out.

Look at what the Easter Bunny brought you!



Awesome! You gave me yellow stuff for which to choke on! How thoughtful.  

Southern Belle

 

 

 I'm pooped just reliving it! 

 

Nana & Papa in from Ohio.

My little family. 

Diva Bunny

And this is how the weekend ended.