What we're having this November is a whole lot better than turkey and stuffing! A whole lotta lot better! So much more better than all the turkeys and stuffing in the whole wide world!
Our first grandchild!
Since we heard the news, one of the things we've been talking a lot about is what Mark and I want to be called as grandparents. Mark's was a little tough. He couldn't decide what he wanted to be called so we googled grandpa names and came up with a list for him to choose one.
The choices included:
So help me, Slick.
He even considered going by what Donald Trump's grandchildren apparently call him, "Mr. Trump". I don't think Mark looks like a "Mr. Trump". After a few days pondering the list, he finally decided on the traditional "Papa" which really suits him.
When it came to my name however, there was no need for a internet search or list making. I've known what I've wanted to be called by my grandchildren for a long time. But there's a teeny tiny wrinkle with my name choice, the expectant mother doesn't like it. And when I say "doesn't like it" I mean she can't stand it. A lotta lot. So much so that there is head-shaking and eye-rolling when I mention it.
The name has kinda become like Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort around here,
Or in my case,
But I have a few more months to
So for now, this is Bubbie signing off!