Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Father of Twins

My oldest son is the father of 16-month-old identical twin girls.

If you're saying, "Yeah, you've mentioned that about a thousand times already on this blog!  I mean, really?  You're talking about your granddaughters yet AGAIN?", then you must be a regular reader of "String of Pearls" (and I'd like to take a moment to say thank you very much for following along).

Well, my oldest son, the father of the twins (have I mentioned yet how adorable they are?), is also about to become the father of a third child.  Well, "about to" is a bit of an exaggeration--the baby is due in early March.  But that wee bairn will be here before we know it.  We'll turn our heads for a split second and he'll* be a walking, talking little cutie pie, someone we love so much we can't remember what life was like before his* arrival.

We fifty-something folks now realize that what our parents used to say to us when we were young whippersnappers who thought we were never going to grow old is absolutely true: the older you get, the faster time flies.

Case in point: here's a picture of the twins' dad, when he was about 7 months old.  I turned my head for a split second, and he went from this...
...to a husband and father with a third baby on the way.  How in the Sam Hill did that ever happen?  Did the kid have a time machine or something?  (By the way, if you know where in the world the phrase "in the Sam Hill" came from, please let me know!  I have no idea why that one popped into my head.)

Yesterday, I blogged about how I'm seeing things all the time these days that inspire me to get out my paints and brushes and go to town.  This picture of my firstborn is one of those inspiring images.  Oh my, that little button nose, those cheeks...that fuzzy blond hair that defied gravity...those chubby little arms and legs...I remember those!  [Sigh.]

Here I go again, getting all nostalgic about little people with round bellies wearing white t-shirts and diapers--people who used to fill my world but have gone and grown up on me.  Thank goodness for grandchildren!

*Just so you know, I am not making a prediction that baby #3 will be a boy.  I was going to write "he/she"--but then decided to use the masculine default pronoun "he," which in the olden days (before political correctness dictated otherwise) was understood by a reader to mean "he or she."  (Ditto for "his.")   I'm just letting you know that I'm OLD SCHOOL!

4 comments:

  1. I JUST posted this blog, and then I got curious about the "How in the Sam Hill?" thing and felt compelled to look it up. Apparently, back in the day that phrase was used by a man who didn't want to cuss in front of a lady. It basically meant, "How in the h-e-double toothpicks?" So I must apologize for my language in today's post!

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  2. I am predicting that they will have a boy. Do you know when they are supposed to find out?

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    1. I forget when the all-important sonogram is going to happen...but I think even if they do find out, they might be planning to keep it a secret!

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    2. Only a week and two days till the ultrasound! But we still haven't decided what we'll do. :-)

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