Fifth Pitch

Well, I made a Halloween costume for my grandbaby this year.  His mother decided she wanted him to be demon spawn, so here he is:

His mother said that she got a lot of compliments on the costume and that many were disappointed when she told him his grandmother had made the costume so therefore it wasn't available for their child.

Anyway -- had the munchkin this weekend.  He is really growing - being 1 year old now

He is starting to talk in sentences now.  Mr Pitcher (see 3rd pitch) asked him what he was doing and he replied quite plainly "I playing".  He is almost ready to take off walking by himself.  He is still walking around the furniture.  We had him at the park with his walker and he was frustrated maneuvering on the grass so he just picked it up and walked!  Why he can't do that on his own???  sheese.   I never imagined how fun it would be to be Grandma!

Third Pitch - Grandson.

This is my grandson, Andrew Jacob.  I love that name.  He was born October 15, 2009.  Even a few minutes old and he is smiling at his Ninja Grandma.  Why ninja grandma?  I have always loved the martial arts and always wanted to learn that, but in my youth, there weren't a lot of dojo's in rural Kansas and if there were, a girl opting to go would have been outrageous.  So, as an adult, I took martial arts classes.  I made it to green belt, but other things got in the way so currently I am not studying, but I hope to take that up again.

His first portrait.  He has on a halloween onsie, but of course it isn't visible.

Here is my favorite picture - he was getting ready to go home after a weekend with Ninja Grandma and Mr. Pitcher.

Why Mr. Pitcher?  Well, my husband has never had any children (never wanted any) and he was thrilled that my children were grown when we met.  (I think it's the only reason he kept dating me)  We didn't realize how grandchildren would figure into the mix and I really love this little varment and he spends the weekend about once a month.  Anyway, on the day he was born, I packed my husband's lunch for work and instead of putting his initials on his sodas, (employee fridge - I guess unmarked soda is fair game)  I wrote "grandpa".  He was FURIOUS!  and he said that he will be called "Grandma Cindi's husband".  Well, I didn't think that would work, so we settled on Mr. Pitcher.  Even the inlaws call him this now and they think it's quite cute.  Mr. Pitcher has taken a shine to the kid (though he will NEVER admit that) and he holds him, gives him a bottle, but diaper changing is grandma work!

Oh one more item -- a few weeks after Andrew's birth, Mr. Pitcher called me up to tell me how funny I was.  Had no idea what he was talking about.  He said - the magazine you had sent to me.  Still no idea.  Someone had sent "Parenting Magazine" in his name to our Mailbox Etc. address.  Since it came to our mailbox and not home, he was sure I had done this.  I assured him that had I thought of something so hilarious -- trust me I would have owned up to that one, but I told him to let me know who did it when he discovers the miscreant because I want to shake his hand for such an AWESOME prank.  He finally believed me.

Had to add the bath photo -- in my kitchen sink :)

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