Someone boil water

We got a call Friday night that our first grandchild was on the way. By Saturday morning he was here. Everyone is doing fine.
He’s cute as a button.


In old movies, labor was a time to boil water and cut up sheets. In modern times, I thought about feeding the new family when they returned home from the hospital. I whipped up lasagna (sort of; homemade noodles, however, chile comprised the meat sauce), two small pans of Mac and cheese (Barefoot Contessa version), curried apple-butternut squash soup and brownies. And off we went.

I had already finished the rainbow plaid baby blanket but didn’t get the elastic for the wool soaker until the day of labor, which was almost three weeks before the due date. My baby bunting still has a couple of days before completion.




I managed to soak the soaker in a lanolin waterproofing solution before we left and delivered it, slightly damp. We spent the weekend visiting the new family, holding the precious bundle and dressing greyhounds for walks in the North Country, with 8 booties in total and two jackets. And smiling from ear to ear.

6 thoughts on “Someone boil water

  1. Welcome to grandparent-hood! No such word but I like it. Congrats to the new parents, he’ s beautiful/handsome. You’ve had a busy weekend.


  2. And it was all delicious! Well, we haven’t eaten the diaper cover or blanket yet…

    And, holy smokes!! The green sleep sack is magnificent!!

    Thanks so much for everything, Oma! (Is there supposed to be a hyphen in there?)


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