My cronies and I have a "thing" when we play bridge. If one of us is holding out on a card or it appears that one of the opponents has all the outstanding trump, an aside of "bitch" generally causes everyone to laugh. I'm not sure what a kitsch bitch is but I couldn't resist including the sign.Why was I in Denmark? For a very special reason - to make the acquaintance of my newest granddaughter. Born nearly two months early in December and weighing in at a meager 2.2 lbs, by the time we saw her she was a healthy 8 or 9 lbs and 3 months old. Here is a photo of Maddie at 3 months. That's her grandfather's hand holding her head.
As any grandmother will tell you it's tough living far away from your children and grandchildren. My son and his wife have lived in Denmark, where she grew up, for six years and this is their second daughter. The older one, Molli Malou is now 4 1/2 and created quite a stir with her name when she was born because the Danish naming police weren't sure they could accept Molli with an i as a first name. Ultimately the name won out and was written up in an article in the New York Times. So at the age of several months Molli Malou was already known worldwide. Also premature, Molli Malou was a little over 4 lbs at birth but has grown into a beautiful, willful and rambunctious 4 year old. Here's a look at Molli Malou in her roller blading gear. That's "Nana" holding her still before she took off down the street, scaring me half to death!
Here's the bragging part: at 4 1/2 she had perfect control of her roller blades, even going down hill. But I think I aged 10 years while she did it. She also taught herself to ride a two wheeler last summer before she turned four. Amazing!Now you've met my Danish family, or at least the youngest generation. It's headed by my son, Greg and his Danish wife Trine.
Now as a grandmother I would be in deep doo doo if I didn't introduce you to the other half of my family. My daughter Deb, her husband Gene and their two daughters live only two hours away from us so we get to see them with more regularity, though the two girls are older now and so busy with activities on the weekends that we see them less than when they were preschool. Hannah will be 12 in another month, an age which only makes me realize how old I must be. (Note: no matter what the mirror tells me, I don't feel old so therefore I must not be!) Her sister, Sophie is nine. And here they are with their dog, Teddy. Sophie is on the left, Hannah on the right. You can figure out which is Teddy.
Today was my first real entry into the blog world and since I'm going to be writing as a Nana, I thought it appropriate to start by introducing my grandchildren. There will be plenty of the bitching part in future blogs.
