Blue ...

Blue is for baby boys ... cuddly, sweet and soft. If a person could bottle the smell of a new born baby ... swaddled in a blankie ... oh my there is nothing so sweet or wonderful. Wyatt Douglas was born on November 19 at 6:28 p.m. He weighed in at 8 pounds, 1 ounce, with a head of hair that is dark colored, and he measured 20 inches long. He made his mommy work hard to have him, after 24 hours a C-section brought him into the world.




I was blessed to be in the hospital when he was born ... at Allegiant they play Braham's Lullaby every time a baby is born ... so the minute he was born, we heard the lullaby and knew that he had been brought into this world. My daughter-in-law and son were an amazing team through this long and trying process. Blair's strength, quiet and focused was amazing to witness the little bit I was in her room. Brandon's love spilled from every pore as he worried about Blair ... he remained calm and attentive. Truly an amazing couple, doing everything they could do to bring a healthy baby and safe mommy into this world. Their decisions were based on communication together ... So proud to be their momma and Wyatt's grandma!

The picture above is of Wyatt on his birthday. The picture to the left is of him on Friday ... a week and 3 days old. Go Hawks!


Blue ... it's been a blue couple of weeks ... mostly the delight of baby blue. but also of that other kind of blue. I miss my dad ... today, Dec. 2, is my mom's birthday and I miss her ... and I miss my Douglas. I'm in kind of a funk ... can't seem to shake it. It's a quiet blue ... it's not a sobbing blue. It's a "I'd like to curl up and nap" blue ... not a kick my feet kind of blue. As I helped my baby boy put up his village from Grandpa ... I opened each box and remembered my Dad and I shopping for that piece, or where it sat last at his house. As I put my few pieces up ... I thought about how my mother would love to sit in a chair and "direct". My dad loved Christmas, my mom loved Christmas, and all the decorating I did for years and years at their house wasn't because I loved doing the work, but because I loved doing something that made them so happy.

 Nolan's "grandpa village" is at the left. He got 4 pieces and asked me for two of mine. It was a wonderful memory setting it up in his apartment, watching him move a few things and making it snow. Below is my small "grandpa village" ... it's in my kitchen ... I'll see it each and every day!.

But ... those sweet memories also make me blue. Even as we get old, ummmmmm or should I say older ... we miss our parents. Even though we are able to care for ourselves, a girl still wants her mommie when she's sick, or her daddy when there's something that goes bump in the night.

My mother would have been 81 today. She was a good mom, a wonderful grandmother, and I miss her when the snow flies, when the lights twinkle on the tree, and when you open a fresh can/bag of coffee. Happy birthday Mom, I hope your birthday party in heaven was glorious ... the first one in 18 years with Daddy and the second one with Doug.

Until soon,
Vic