"You thought I wasn't excited, well I am like a volcano that has erupted. Shame the knitting needles aren't attached to the national grid as we would all have free electricity. I am excited +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ but anxious for my little girl. I'm brimming with love for baby, A & A. Granny 2b 2"
I called her as I was choking with laughter and told her she needs to start a blog. Right now. And she told me how she has now got a permanent attachment to her body. The knitting bag. She is knitting up a storm for this grandbaby of ours and it is entirely possible that by February, he or she will have a wardrobe large enough to mean A and A will have to extend their house.
Ginny is the sweetest, funniest lady around. She has a heart of gold and arms which extend to gather everyone close. Andrew really lucked out in the in-law department, and our whole family is blessed to have Granny 2B2 and Grandpa 2B in it. We are already planning what we will do when we look after the babe and send A and A off for a weekend break! I, of course, will go down, and the 2 of us will elbow each other out of the way as we rush to cuddle and rock our grandchild. And clean and mop up and pace, no doubt. We have been there and done that with our own children, and lived to tell the tale. However, not with a grandchild. Not yet.
Ann is really so fortunate that her parents live close by and will be there to help. I know how much my Mum helped when I had my children. Grannies are great. And we are going to be great Grannies. And Ginny has a spare room. I may move in.
Now all we need to work out is how to hook her up to the National Grid and we will be sorted.