Griffin and Mommy Anita got to come home from the hospital on Friday, and were resting comfortably when we visited on Saturday. Anita & Rich have the nursery set up as cute as can be, with a sailboat theme that will suit Griffin for years to come. He's such a sturdy lad, with chubby cheeks that are reminiscent of Santa Claus himself! How appropriate, with Christmas so close. Anita pulled out an old baby picture of herself from long ago, and it was uncanny - the resemblance to Griffin was so complete, Great-Grandma Cavasos though it was a picture of Griffin! We had a wonderful visit, enjoying their company and their festive Chistmas decorations.
Meanwhile, Aeries has been posing for the camera - smiling and giggling right up until the flash goes off! We miss her smile by a nano-second each time! Still, she's as cute as a bug, especially when snuggled up in her Pooh sack! She likes to wiggle around and play now-you-see-me, now-you-don't. It's going to be a fun Christmas this year, but by next year, both of these cuties will be walking and getting into everything. Then the fun will really begin!
Is Christmas Over Already? Oh, what a month it's been! Filled with family and friends, Parties seemingly without end, Oh, what a month it's been!
Oh, so many reasons to worry! Do all the shopping, hurry, hurry! Then the weather strikes with a fury, Oh, so many reasons to worry!
Oh, see the Babe in the manger! He came for us all, each one a stranger, Slow down, relax, He's the Arranger, Oh, see the Babe in the manger!
@ copyright 2008 Too Soon or Too Late? So the boys each have a little girl; Our only girl now has her boy. It seems all should be right with the world And our lives filled to the brim with joy.
So sweet and fresh, innocent and young The grandchildren fill our hearts with love. But we have to learn to hold our tongue When our own kids need a good shove!
Here's something I need to know: When does childrearing end? At what point do our kids grow, Mature and become our friends?
I see the beginning of the truth: Maturity, growth, responsibility, Have little to do with degrees of youth More dependent on individuality.
We all grow up at our own rate, We are all the Masters of our own fate, We learn to love, we learn to hate, We choose the wide or the narrow gate. Who else can say: too soon or too late? We all grow up at our own rate.
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