My little man Reese: You make me giddy!

I have a confession to make. I am in love with another man.

I am completely smitten. I can’t stop thinking about him.

I also have another confession to make. I have been sleeping with a man who is a grandpa.

To make matters worse, my husband has been carrying on with a woman who’s a grandma.

Okay, it’s not really a confession as much as it is a brag. Our grandson, Reese, was born on Sunday, January 31 and since that time, we have only stopped smiling once.

It was when our cats ganged up on our house guest, Ernie, and let him know in no uncertain terms, exactly how they felt about him staying at our house.

You see, Ernie is daughter Katie Grace’s 5-year old Shih Tzu, and the hairy big brother of Reese. He stayed at our house while his Mama was in the hospital, going on some kind of big adventure that Ernie didn’t understand.

Reese Reese I won’t go into exactly what they did but let’s just say I called Mike Brown’s wife Sue, who is a professional doggroomer, and got him an emergency shampoo and blow dry.

But other than that, Still Bill and I have pretty much been smiling non-stop. He was so excited that he went and bought the little guy his first basketball uniform and his first Converse “Chucks” in a whopping size one.

Then he went out and bought a box of 50, yes 50, “It’s A Boy” cigars. Then he bought Mama Katie a bouquet of flowers and surprised her with them when she got into the car. I’m telling you, we are excited grandparents!

I’ve never been more proud of my daughter. She was amazing. I got to be in with her to witness this miracle of birth and let’s just say, I will never be the same. I can tell already, she’s going to be a great Mama.

My name will be LuLu. My Dad has always called me that and it just fits. But honestly, Reese could start calling me Mud and that would be alright with me.

I asked Bill what his grandpa name was going to be and he said, “Either Clint or Lance, I’ve always liked those.” Hmmm...

The title of my column I got from the column my Dad wrote when Katie was born, “Katie Grace: You make me Giddy!”

I still remember that. She was the first grandchild. We used to just sit around her in a circle and watch her every move. She would just grab a foot and we would all clap like she had just performed Swan Lake.

In all of this happiness, I confess that I also felt a profound sadness. I missed my brother Kevin. He should have been here to share this monumental event. He would have loved that his Katie now had a little baby of her own.

Kevin had been staying with me when I went into labor with Katie. He’s the one who took me to the hospital. I’ll never forget he looked at me very seriously and asked, “Do you want me to drive really, really fast?”

I said no, that the speed limit would be just fine.

He should have been there. I know he would have probably taken Reese and thrown him up in the air, just like he did with Katie Grace, while the rest of us screamed at him. It makes me laugh just to think of him doing that and believe me, I wouldn’t laugh at anyone else throwing my grandson up in the air.

When Kevin’s youngest Augie was lifted up to the glass to see his new little cousin Sunday and was asked what he thought, he smiled and said, “good.”

Everyone keeps telling me that being a grandparent is the greatest. I know Bill and I fell in love with him the minute we saw him. I can’t wait to see what fun we will have. I also can’t wait to sit around him in a circle and clap when he grabs his foot.

Just like he sunk his first three-pointer!

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