Jaci Dawn

I am about to call it a night. My house is as clean as it is going to be with the dogs and the mud/dust/hair that they create. My studio is as kid-proof as it is going to get. I’ve pulled out the inflatable queen-sized bed, purchased new guest pillows, located the sheets and blankets to put on the bed and cleared a place for it. I’ve been to the grocery store and stocked up on what I hope is enough food for four adults plus 1 toddler (at least). Don and I have arranged our schedules to take staggered days off.

And I am tired. Beat. Sore all over. I’m not sure if it was the two strenuous walks with Harvey in cold air or the mopping, but I sure feel like I’ve been through the exercise mill! Wiped out.

My son and his wife are coming for a visit!

Late tonight, my son and his lovely wife and two wonderful, adorable little boys will be getting off of a plane at PDX International and my husband will pick them up and bring them home. Don is taking Tuesday and Wednesday off from work. Tuesday because he knows he won’t want to get up at 4:00AM to go to work after the late-night airport run and Wednesday because he really wants to spend time with his son and grandsons.

I am taking Thursday and Friday off to hang out with my daughter-in-law, love on those babies, and hug on my son.

They fly back out on Sunday. And sometime next week – probably on the biggest American-Irish holiday of the year – my son will fly out to Iraq for 8 months. Yes, Virginia, America is still deploying soldiers to Iraq. Yay for “pulling out all American troops”.

I probably will not blog while the grandboys are here. I will, however, take a whole boatload of photos (I was going to write something else, but I don’t want to give my friend, Jodi, apoplexy because I said the “s” word twice in one month) (besides, my mother in heaven rolls her eyes every time I swear and I feel guilty for using words she did not approve of in casual conversation).

I’m a middle child.

I am also a very excited grandmother. I can’t wait to get to meet Micah, the youngest of them all, and become more acquainted with Justin (who is very close in age to Javan). I have stories to read the boys and hugs to give them.

And I hate to confess this because anyone who really knows me knows how much I hate any kind of monkey, but… since Justin loves monkeys… I bought him a stuffed monkey. It almost killed me, but what we do for our grandbabies…

ANYWAY –  I bought this monkey. And it is almost cute.