Well, I had been preparing to post about a recent bass fishing trip with my oldest son and then a photo post about all the different wildflowers that have cropped up in our yard this spring, and then I guess I just sort of got a touch of spring fever.
Well, spring fever and a new contract job which entails using my boat and taking out a young bird scientist to install nest boxes for prothonotary warblers in two different locations, miles from here, and then monitoring them twice a week from now through mid-July.
Well, spring fever, a new job, and an event that will change our lives forever.
Meet Genevieve Dandy Klaus.
Born Friday, April 28, 2017, weighing 8 pounds and 6 ounces, measuring 20 inches long.
Dotter and MuzicMan created this little girl, my first grandchild, and for the past few weeks, nothing else has seemed nearly as important as her timely and safe arrival.
Her middle name is a combination of letters from her paternal grandmother’s name (“Da” from Darlene) and the last three letters are the last three letters of my first name. I’m honored. I’m humbled.
And I’m in love.
I’ve been told countless times over that I will fall “stupid in love” with my grandchild, no matter the gender. I’ve been told it doesn’t matter what I’d like to be called, (which is Winnie, by the way), because I will answer to whatever she decides to call me.
For now, we are calling her Vivie, until she is old enough to do as her own mother did at the age of seven, which was to inform us that her name was not DoVi (her middle name by which everyone had been calling her), but that her name was Rachel. And oh by the way, DoVi is a combination name from both HER grandmothers: “Do” from Donna, my mother; and “Vi” from Vivian, The Captain’s mother.
And as you might have caught on, Vivie also contains the “Vi” from The Captain’s mother, who passed away last year at the age of 100. (Vivian was also my paternal grandmother’s name!)
No matter, she has stolen my heart. They are going home from the hospital today, and I’m looking forward to getting to know this precious, wee one.
Becoming a mother changed me in ways I could never have imagined; but since Vivie’s birth, I’ve already felt a shift from motherhood to grandmother hood, and I have a very strong feeling that I will start acting like a grandmother, dressing like one, and that I will be come soft and bake cookies, doing all the loving things grandmothers do.
Life is changing, and I’m not sure how that’s going to affect my life, my work, my goals, my ambitions; but somehow, I innately know those things have already begun to shift and change shapes in my subconscious.
No matter how much else changes, I hope to continue to be the Bayou Woman; and I hope that I get to teach her how to fish and that she loves it as much as I do.
And life goes on . . . .