Thursday, August 08, 2013
It's All About "The Jackson"
It’s All About “The Jackson”
As you’ve guessed by the photos, our third grandson Jackson
Sam, as far as I’m concerned, is a miracle worker and one
strong woman. At 9 lbs., 5 oz., and 21”-Jackson
Dale is one healthy, handsome and wonderful little boy. Thankfully, mother and baby are doing great
and the new dad-he’s having the best “vacation” of his life caring for his new
Our new arrival has blue eyes, which could very well turn hazel
or green. He’s got a full head of brown
hair. Thanks to his father, Jackson has
shoulders that most football players only dream about-and his lungs? They are quite strong.
The new family was greeted by their fur kids-who were
incredibly happy to see them. As
expected, Toby the Maine Coon did a bit of smelling and looking and went back
to his usual routine. Lily, the older of
the two shelties has decided that Jackson is an awesome addition to her pack
and is making sure he and Sam are kissed, watched and well-guarded. Billy, the youngest fur kid who’s always a
bit timid, backed away until curiosity got the best of him.
Slowly and much to his parents delight-he decided to “brave”
the situation and has decided to help his sister in the guarding of their new
I took Dylan over first to meet his new cousin. He sighed, giggled and asked to give him a
kiss and a hug. Adam said a soft kiss on
the cheek was great and he could touch his arms and hands-but to not go near
his head. The traditional parent talk
about the soft spot followed.
Jackson first held Dyl’s finger. Dylan was amazed at how small his cousin’s
body was, “look at his tiny fingers! His
booties are so small they won’t fit on my thumb.” We pointed out that he was a LOT smaller when
he was born. He couldn’t believe it.
Then Jackson stretched and let out some baby noises. Poor Dylan-he had no idea and jumped in the
air by several inches and let out a yelp of worth himself!
Later I made the “switch” and brought Aidan over for his “meet
and greet”. He was concerned about his
beloved Auntie Sam having to feed Jackson without a bottle.
Neither of our older grandsons believed how Jackson would be
eating for the next several months. Both
pointed out that applesauce would be good. “You don’t need teeth for
applesauce.” And what was wrong with cow
milk? Looking at things through the eyes
of a 5 and 6 year old, I’m imagining it is hard to realize that baby milk is
similar to the time they milked a goat at a goat cheese farm in Hawaii.
And now, our son is a dad.
It’s an amazing thought for me to wrap my own head around. On April 24th, 1984 I gave birth
to a tiny preemie who had a multitude of obstacles to overcome on his way to
becoming the caring and strapping husband and father that he’s become. He has wanted to be a husband and dad since
he was a toddler. He never cared about
playing GI Joe. He just wanted to have “a
wife and a baby”.
Pretty deep for a little guy to think about and grasp on the
comprehension of the family concept, no?
And now he “has it all”.
He and Sam will be fantastic parents and I know that they’re going to be
May it continue forever.
I just hope that I’ll be around to watch Dylan, Aidan and Jackson (and
any other love bugs that come our way) become fine young men who will then give
us the honor of becoming great-grandparents.
The family is growing-isn’t it the best?