I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad grandma.
I have a third grandchild besides Peanut and Love Bug that I’ve never told you about: Love Bug’s little brother, Caesar Boy.
Not posting about Caesar Boy wasn’t a deliberate oversight – it just kind of happened.
How does something like that “just kind of happen?”
Well, it all started when College Boy, Irish Girl and Love Bug moved in with us. Even though Irish Girl was too polite to say anything, I could tell she was a little nervous about the whole thing – she kept telling me “monster-in-law” stories she read online – so I tried extra-hard not to give her any reason to worry.
In order to be extra-careful with their privacy I didn’t say anything when Caesar Boy was born.
After several months went by I thought about introducing Caesar Boy but it seemed weird to post “Hey look! I have a grandson and he’s 6 months old!”
So I didn’t.
After a year I thought about introducing Caesar Boy but it still seemed weird to post “Hey look! I have a grandson and he’s a year old!”
So I didn’t.
Then another year went by and even though it seemed weird to post “Hey look! I have a grandson and he’s two years old!” it seemed weirder NOT to.
So…
Hey look! I have a grandson and he’s two years old! And I get to see him every day because he comes to my house for child care! And so do Love Bug and Peanut!
I’m a happy, happy, lucky, lucky grandma.
