The outer limits

stuck behind and with my head cropped off in enlargements to boot!


The grandparents are coming. My in-laws will be here in one week to snuggle little baby S and observe his every flicker with pure, unabated delight. It's actually pretty scary how obsessed they are with him. I've heard of grandparents fussing over the grandkids but until you've seen it up close you will not truly understand how kooky their own special brand of love is.

Lately I feel that if I were having a heart attack on the kitchen floor they probably wouldn't notice, so absorbed they are in baby S and his every movement. Not that baby S isn't cute! He is. And not that they ever fussed over me anyway. They didn't. But it has become ridiculous. Upon seeing us after a long absence they literally grab him from my arms and carry him off to the other room and making these wild cooing noises. No "bonjour Chistine, comment ça va?" no "et comment tu va Christine?" Nothing. Nada. Rien. At least not for the first hour. *sigh*

Jealous? Probably. After all I was here first and let's face it, I have much better French than baby S. I so deserve to be carried off to the living room and fussed over. They have never once done this to me. Maybe I´m just not cute enough.

It reminds me of the professional Christmas photos we had done. The photographer learning who had in law status, stuck me and brother in law behind the sofa. I´m not a huge fan of these type of posed family photos anyway but I really regretted coming up with this idea afterwards. It was my idea to get the family together in a group photo and I got sent to the back of the bus. I felt like an ornament in the living room. I LOOK like an ornament in the living room. The hairstyle doesn't help.