I like books.


I live in a small town and enjoy writing about the inhabitants. I spend most of my time perusing through used book stores looking for that one great book that I don't have; consequently, I have rooms filled with books. I am a book addict.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

I saw the baby.

It was touch an go. I got a call on Christmas Eve afternoon from the Good Son that my daughter was going to meet him and he was supposed to bring The Baby's gifts. My first response was yes, he will get his gifts, but then, I thought how tired I am of her calling the shots so I told the Good Son that he could tell her that I would bring his gifts, watch him open them, and spend some time or I would have to decline. Now, I knew that she might possibly say no and that would mean the Baby would not get his gifts, but I also know her and she more than likely has no money to buy gifts for the Baby, so I gambled and it paid off. Mr. Zelda and I drove to the Fort and stopped for coffee and waited on the call. She was going to meet us at the Good Son's friend's house. Time passed and I grew anxious. First, I still had to take the Eight-Year-Old grandson his gifts. I called and told him that we would be there later and waited and waited and finally she calls. She can't bring the Baby to the Fort and I was about to cry but she says for us to come to Paris a good hour away and I left my coffee sitting on the table and off we went. On the way down to Paris, I had to stop once and hurl and hurl and hurl. Mr. Zelda thinks it was nerves, I think it was the coffee and the tiny bite of pancake. I am still not handling most foods well. Anyway, we stopped in one of the little towns and watched the Eight Year Old open his gifts and he hugged and hugged me and wanted to join us on our trip to Paris, but his father reminded him that Santa was coming that night and so he didn't cry and we left him looking through his telescope, his last year's gift from Nana, for Santa.
Okay, here is something you guys may not know about me, I am a germ phobe, and I had to pee really urgently. Mr. Zelda kept telling me to stop and pee on the side of the road and I kept thinking of splash from the road and what if I got staph on my butt. So finally, I kept trying that trick where I am going to meet the president and not Bush but the new president, Clinton, and I am tricking my bladder and it works and then we see a light in the sky much like that star that the wise men claim they saw and I followed it and yes it was a Citgo station and it was open and it had a restroom and it was clean and I unloaded the coffee that I did not earlier hurl. Then, with bladder emptied, we were back on the road and soon we were pulling into the driveway of my nephew's house. Before I could even turn off the key, she calls, where are you, she says. I say, here and she opens the door and the Baby sees us and begins to scream, Nan, Nandad, Nan, Nandad. She grabs his arm to keep him from running off the porch and he begins to cry and kick and I leave Mr. Zelda in the rain, and run to the porch and The Baby jumps in my arms and holds onto me so tightly with his little hands. Not even Mr. Zelda could pry him loose nor the offer of gifts. I sat on the sofa and he kept hold of me and finally after all the gifts, and there were many, were brought in and he saw that I wasn't going to just leave, he began opening the presents. After he finished, I began picking up the paper and he says, stay here, don't go. I told him that I wasn't going anywhere for a while. We enjoyed him for three hours and then he began to get sleepy and we announced that we were leaving. The Baby grabbed as many toys as he could and says, take me home too. It broke my heart to leave him, and he did cry, but I promised him that I would be back, and his mother told him that I was coming back. His mother was not high and looked pretty healthy, so maybe she is finally going to grow up. Anyway, I am going back in two weeks. I think now that the door is open, she will allow him to come up here for a visit. We still have our lawyer on retainer and if I have to, I will start the custody battle back up. For now, though, she seems okay. It was a great Christmas eve.


Blogger jo(e) said...

I'm glad you got to see him.

6:34 AM  
Blogger OTRgirl said...

Wow. I was getting nervous just reading your post. Your description of Baby's reaction to seeing you almost made me cry. I'm so glad the visit went well and that your daughter looked healthy.

9:06 AM  

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