Gypsy

I was on my way home from work Friday afternoon when I received a call from John. Their dog, Gypsy, had been hit by a car. They had to have her put down. Rachel was devastated. I feel so sorry for her because I know how I felt when my loving little pug "Winchester" was hit and killed one evening. The person did not even have the nerve to stop and tell me about it. I had to find him on the street. I think God has given some people a special heart when it comes to animals. Where would we be without man's best friend.
Gypsy was a rescue dog and they only had her for a couple months, but she left her mark on their hearts. We will miss you, Gypsy.

Rachel and John posted their first picture of the baby. Can't tell much now.

The last few days at work have been really tough. We have been working short staffed. To top it all have I have had a cold or some kind of virus this last week. Now Glenn has it.
On a positive note, Rachel had her first ultrasound. The baby's heart rate was 120. There is an old wives tale that says when the heart rate is less than 140 it is a boy. Maybe another Hughes boy in the making.

Nine months seems like a long time. John and Rachel are expecting their first baby in July 2009. When we heard the good news, Glenn said " I wonder whether its going to be a girl or a boy". Hannah says that they are going to have one of each. I am impatiently waiting for the birth of our fifth grandchild. I can't wait to hold it close and sing "You Are My Sunshine".

Last October I was informed that Micah was into Bakugan toys. What was that? I thought he was into Pokemon. Things change so quickly. So, for his birthday, Glenn and I head to the local Target store to find this Bakugan thing. Thankfully, Target had some and we quickly chose a tin filled with a couple brawlers and metallic cards. Micah was so excited. He played with those little balls off and on the rest of the day. It seems like Bakugan is a lot like the old marble games from days gone by. The Bakugans may be a little more expensive than marbles, or are they? I can remember my brother wanting some kind of special "cat eye" marble.

I thought that I would just run into Wal-Mart and get Micah some more Bakugans for Christmas. Not that easy!!!! It seems that everyone else wants these same things. You would think that they were a Wii. So, what do all good Nanas do? I resort to the internet.

But, I did find a Bakugan puzzle at Wal-Mart. I can remember putting puzzles together when I was a child. My father liked to put together puzzles. There were eight children so we didn't go out much. Our entertainment was a table full of popcorn and a puzzle. I always wanted to put the last piece of the puzzle in. Micah, Hannah and I put together this puzzle in no time, even though Micah kept saying "this puzzle is really hard".

Wouldn't it be nice if you could bottle the energy of children. During their last visit, the girls started dancing and giggling. It reminded me of when my boys were little. I always said that they giggled like a bunch of girls. Their giggles are infectious. You just can't help but smile :)

I just love doing things with my grandchildren. Last year I helped them decorate a Gingerbread House. Glenn found a Gingerbread Christmas Tree this year. So, while the grandchildren were visiting for Thanksgiving, we worked on our tree. Each child had a little cup with candy beads and a Wilton cake decorating bag with green or white icing. They had a good time decorating the tree. I noticed that some of beads were missing from the tree. Chloe was taking them off and eating them almost as fast as Micah, Hannah and Abbi were putting them on.

Both of my sons have had blogs for some time. I enjoy reading their posts. This summer, my oldest son and his family moved to Owensboro, Kentucky. The bad part is, they had to take my four grandchildren with them. I tell myself that it could be worse. They could live farther than a couple hours. But...I still miss the sound of little feet running through their mobile home that was located across the street. In the early morning, my husband and I like to drink coffee and watch the world go by on our front deck. When all was quite in the neighborhood, you could hear the pitter-patter of little feet....and I smiled.