On Tuesday, Mimi, my grandmother, came to visit for the first time since just before Christmas. On Christmas Eve, she had gotten really sick (with pneumonia) and had to stay in the hospital for 20 days. After she was released, she went to stay with my uncle and aunt in Virginia for a few months, and has just recently returned home. She lives with my mom in Middlesex. She was so glad to be home at last, and happy to see Skylar, Bart, and Drake. It was good to see her again. Long absences make you realize how much a person means to you. I worry about her because she is on oxygen, and will be for the remainder of her life. She has emphysema and really cannot breathe well.
On Wednesday, I had another ultrasound. A friend watched Drake for me while I went. The baby is growing well, a bit above average in size, and I will probably have another ultrasound as we get closer to the due date to determine the approximate size. I generally have above-average sized babies: Skylar was 7 lbs. 14 oz, Bart was 8 lbs. 11 oz, and Drake was also 8 lbs. 11 oz. I wonder how large this one will be? I hope not over 9 lbs. Both the boys were supposed to be over 9 lbs, but luckily, they were born a week early. Skylar was a day early.
Wednesday evening, we had a pizza pool party for the Young Women at church. The pool party was held at the home of a member who was nice enough to allow a gaggle of giggling teenage girls to descend on them. I think everyone enjoyed themselves. We even did a silly synchronized-swimming routine on the side of the pool. When I got home that evening, I had to bust buns to finish preparing petits fours and some other favors for a baby shower I was helping a friend throw for another friend. I was a crazy lady, pretty much. Then, Diane, my stepmom, called to let me know that my dad was in Richmond because my other grandma was in ICU. She is almost 94 years old, and her health is not good. So I was worried about her, but Diane told me not to think about coming up to see her yet. She or Dad would call with more information the next day.
Thursday was nutty. I had to make a super-quick trip to Wal-Mart. Well, while I was there, I decided to go ahead and upgrade my cell phone and extend my plan for another two years. No problem, right? It shouldn't take long. We generally do it online, but I thought I'd save some time while shopping. Ha. Ha. Ha.
We were there for maybe two hours. And they still couldn't get my new phone to work. I couldn't wait any longer. Drake was antsy, it was WAY past his bedtime, and I still had 70-something petits fours that needed little fondant stars stuck on. So, I left, ran by the AT&T store, had them switch all my data from my old SIM card to my new SIM card (because apparently Wal-Mart couldn't even do that!) and then hurried home. Well, my phone was still saying that it was inactive, and I could not make or receive any calls. By the way, it's a pretty cool phone, and I got it for free. I called AT&T customer service and the rep was thankfully able to help me out. Wal-Mart had activated the wrong SIM card. The one in my phone was NOT activated. How annoying! So finally, I was able to use the new phone. By this time I had like a million messages, and I was waiting to hear back from Dad or Diane on Ma-Ma's condition. (I call one of my grandma's Ma-Ma and the other one Mimi).
Vanessa wanted me to come over to her house early to help set up for the baby shower, which I had planned on doing anyway. After Skylar & Bart got home from school, we hurried over. All in all, the shower turned out pretty nice. Everything looked lovely, we had a good (but not huge) turnout, and the food was a success. But man, were we tired, and let me tell you, I had icing from one end of my kitchen to the next. This is Vanessa's kitchen, where we had all the food laid out.
The theme was moon and stars and sailboats (there's a lullaby goes along with it) and quite pretty. The colors were brown and pale blue. Vanessa made these adorable little cookies in the shape of moons and stars. I made the pale blue petits fours in the picture below, and she made the white ones. Mine were almond with cherry preserves and hers were lemon with blackberry preserves. They were not the easiest thing to make, but they sure look cute.
On the other table, we had buckets of crudites and dips, which were placed atop brown buoys. There was a delicious blueberry-pecan salad that Vanessa made in little paper cups lined in parchment that Skylar labored to fold by hand.
There were little watermelon sailboats with flags on the top, and a tasty margherita pizza.
skewered starfruit and blueberries and placed them in sand-filled bottles. The blueberries were so sweet, but unfortunately, the starfruit was not. I don't think it is in season, but it sure is expensive right now, $4 apiece.
I think Melissa enjoyed her shower. I hope she did! We did a few cute games and put together a couple of party favors. Vanessa had filled three glass jars of different sizes with blueberry and marshmallow-flavored jelly beans and the guests were able to guess how many were in each jar for a chance to win the jar.
Another game we played was to see who could birth their "baby" first. I had frozen small plastic babies in ice cubes and placed them in plastic cups. Each guest had to try to get the baby to unfreeze the fastest without actually taking it out and running it under hot water or eating the ice. Some people licked the ice, or blew on it, and some found interesting places to put it...Anyway, Skylar ended up being the first one to "birth" her baby.
Vanessa made little fabric bags full of rosemary sea salt and I made hurricane votive candles with sand and a blue tealight inside.
After the games, Melissa opened her gifts. And we talked...and talked...and talked some more. I got home pretty late. George had come over straight from work to take the boys. He and James took the younger kids over to Melissa's house, where her husband, Jake, was hanging out with their little daughter. There they had pizza and played video games. Skylar stayed to participate in the baby shower with me. By the time we got home, George had put the boys in bed. As much fun as it is to make and bake for a baby shower, I sure was glad to see the end of it.
Here's a picture of Melissa opening one of her gifts.
I guess it didn't really happen...
7 years ago
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