I think I’m going to be the weird grandma. And I’m okay with that. Being a normal grandma just sounds…too normal. But what kid doesn’t love having the weird grandma?
Okay, maybe no kid EVER.
How about a weird grandma who’s fun? Now that has potential!
The weird grandma came over me from the start. I’ve been in shock that I’m even becoming a grandparent…of a genetic baby, one with my genes running through its body.
You’re already thinking – “Yep she’s weird.”
You may be right…
I’ll have to admit, it’s taken me my daughter’s whole pregnancy to wrap my brain around the idea. My husband Vance, on the other hand, has been over-the-moon excited from day one.
Not that I’m not excited…I really am!
It’s just that since Charity was about nine years old, she has declared she was going to adopt. She kept adamantly saying that right up until a year ago. Never, did I picture my daughter with a large, rounded tummy, bursting with a baby – eager to make its entrance into the world.
It all started when our good friends, Ron and Christine, adopted their son Guillaume. They were living with us at the time. Our family instantly fell in love with this adorable boy.
Charity fell in love with the idea of adopting a baby.
Now Charity and Dan are expecting a baby just a few days after Guilaumme and his wife, Christina, are expecting their baby boy.
But my brain for eighteen years was ready for a baby that was going to grow in another’s tummy for nine months, then be adopted and also loved for the rest of its life, by our family.
I’m just weeks away from declaring myself as “Grandma” to this little one. I have no clue what to expect.
For starters, we don’t know what the gender of the baby is.
I LOVE surprises.
We waited for all five of our babies to be born before we knew if they were going to wear pink or blue. I was so excited when Charity said her and Dan were going to wait to find out the baby’s sex.
Are you thinking about it yet- she’s weird?
I always thought it was boring to find out ahead of time, then sit and wait for Johnny or Jane to appear. (Sorry Guillaume and Christina 😉 )
Recently, Vance and I were on vacation and decided to go shopping. I’m not really a shopper, but I did come away with some pretty adorable Sketchers runners.
I’m definitely not going to look like a Grandma. (Read more about why here: Mid Life Crisis: Or Staying True To Yourself) I have learned a lot about what I really like in fashion and clothes in the past year. Before that, I didn’t have time to think about it.
I was too busy being the mom to five fabulous kids.
I’m having too much fun with fashion to stop now. I spent many years in sweats, mom- clothes and whatever was most comfy and convenient.
But I have realized I love pretty sneakers. Not heels, or name brand shoes, just cute runners. Whether they are a $3 yard-sale find or shoes from a store. If they are comfy and dress up an otherwise plain outfit, I will wear them.
So my grandbabies are going to be hanging out with a Grandma that wears cool shoes and dresses way too young for her age – the weird grandma (this is how you can become table talk in other peoples homes LOL ).
This grandma is not going to apologize to anyone. I’m just going to keep being me…until I’m 99…weird.
While we were shopping in the store, something caught my eye. I turned around from seeing those sparkly shoes, and a large sigh came out of my mouth.
Because I saw these…
I mean who wouldn’t sigh at these adorable, cute, pink and sparkly shoes.
I sent a pic to Charity. Now, she’s not into the pink, flowery and sparkly stuff I’m in to, but she does love some adorable girl’s clothes.
I went over to the little boy’s shoes and saw these…
*Get these adorable kids shoes here: Sketchers
I sent Charity a pic of these high tops. She texted me back that she really liked the camouflage runners.
I was pointing out to Vance how I like looking at baby girl clothes because I adore pink. Like, love pink more than I love sunshine, music or chocolate. I also am drawn to anything floral.
Pink and floral make me smile and sigh.
This is a stark difference from when I was the ten-year-old tom-boy who loved plaid shirts and jeans.
I was explaining to Vance how fun it would be to have a granddaughter, just so I could dress her in pretty things, not because I want Charity and Dan to have a girl…just for the pinkness of EVERYTHING.
He looked at the rack of pink, purple, and adorable sparkly shoes and said to me, “All those shoes look the same.”
Then he pointed at the rack of shoes for boys and said, ” These look way more interesting.”
I just stared at him…with my mouth open.
Maybe he’s colour blind and I just never noticed it before today. How could twenty-seven pairs of black shoes look INTERESTING???
My husband is going to definitely be the “normal grandpa” type. He’s predictable, calm, loving and is a bit “unassuming” in the way he dresses. He always has a short sleeve T-shirt on due to being overly warm all the time – and jeans.
This post really has no point to it, other than to tell you we are going to be grandparents soon – one weird and one normal.
I need to get you ready for all the cuteness that is going to be coming, and that you can roll your eyes at, and grow tired of quickly. Because apparently when someone becomes a grandparent, they become really annoying to the rest of the world with their photos, and constant talk about how amazing their grandchild is…they become weird.
Here we go with the weird Grandma posts.
We’ll try really hard not to be THOSE grandparents.
But I’m not making any promises.
If this grandbaby inherits my weird genes…we are going to have a blast…annoying you! Oh, so much fun…eeek!
*Update: Alice was born full of spunk and attitude on Dec 8th, 2018. Read all about it here: Alice from Wonderland