My younger son's girlfriend had her baby. There is a whole lot of soap opera yet to go through, but if you go through all the various scenarios that could happen, this little one is going to be my first grandchild in one way or another here pretty soon.
Hence the title of this post. I'm not officially his grandmother, but I'm sort of standing in that position. I'm going with it, and I get to make a proud announcement.
At 4:07 am Pacific, Christopher Myron was born. He was 6 lbs, 2 oz, and was 18 1/2" long. I can personally vouch he's extremely cute (even when he wizzed on me) but I'll have pictures soon for your second opinions.
Peter Myers, Octogenarian
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The photo above is of three stalwarts of the Bells of Hell, a Greenwich
Village pub that served as my second home from the summer of 1977 until it
closed...
1 week ago
2 comments:
congrats on your psuedo-grandmotherhood!
If you happen to come up with a few more kids who need grandparents, perhaps I could foist them on my parents? It might get them off my back...
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