Our oldest granddaughter has posted a new entry at MySpace. She, hubby Brad (and her dad), are at the hospital in Seattle awaiting the birth of their first baby - SIL's first grandchild, our first great-grandchild. Whew! I'm here in Ohio meditating, and sending positive thought waves across the continent reminding her to breathe.
Before trying the math on this, one must remember that my family has been blended, stirred, and whirled through a cyclone. We've been blessed with several ready-made miracles as grandchildren. Tosh is our oldest grandchild, but wasn't our first.
Meanwhile, our daughter in KY has survived the ice and snow storm that according to Kentucky's governor was "the worst natural disaster to hit Kentucky in its recorded history". With 5 kids. They lost power for over a week at their home. They lost everything in the refrigerator and freezer. They had water coming into the house. Thankfully no pipes burst...
They were fortunate(?) in that their rental house was empty and it only lost power for a few hours. They hauled the microwave, mattresses, and shampoo/toothbrushes/toothpaste down the hill to it, where they stayed for a week. Schools were closed. Daycare was closed. Obviously, daughter missed a week of work.
Daughter is hoping our new baby enters the world soon so her hubby, the expectant new grandpa, will fly home. Their kidlets, besides the one giving birth, are 20, 14, 8, 5, and 2. She has her hands full.
There are always two sides to the story. I understand both.
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