February 1, 2014

Ooh baby, baby!

As we come nearer the due date for our first grandson, Nathan, we have discussed the minutia of being there for his arrival and the host of goodies we are taking with us for that enjoyable family time of togetherness that spans the generations.

It is odd to think about sometimes but this is truly a genealogical moment. We are living witnesses that the tree of life continues to branch out with new and budding growth. There is a real sense of eternity in the moments.

Part and parcel to the upcoming joyous event is the contemplation of what to present the soon-to-be-born Master Merrill.

With Kari's help and guidance, I have made some blankets of warm fleecy goodness to keep our future heir safe and warm with a reminder of the love of his father's family. With Rick's approval, I have also purchased fabric paints and renewed my previous hobby of clothing decoration with painted designs.

Painstaking search for the images I wanted to use in the artwork I put onto the tiny baby "onesies" our family calls "wrestling singlets", I carefully chose things that would honor the musical theme they have chosen to welcome little Nathan and some little cartoon images of animals of various types.

I hope they like them and will use them.

Distance between us geographically is zero fun. Someone really needs to get to work on beaming technology so that we can pop in when convenient and spend time together as a family. Sadly, that isn't happening any time soon, so I must content myself that my current circumstances do not allow me to just slip into the truck and go to Virginia any time I want.

Jared can't take care of himself and Rick does have to work to maintain our family needs in this household.

That's why beaming technology would be great! We could arrange to beam into specific coordinates and never have to worry about extra beds, laundry or even luggage. We could just pop back and forth for what we needed as we needed it.

Sadly, no one seems to see the necessity of that invention.

Government grants are instead spent on cow flatulence when they should be concentrating their full efforts on finding ways for me to visit not only Thomas, Tianna and soon-to-be baby Nathan, but also our family out west.

Oh well.

I'd better finish the laundry. No one has beamed a single load out and it all needs to be done.