Who knew that at 36 I would become a grandmother. A step-grandmother, actually, but still a grandmother. We visited Christa and her new son, Jacobi, in the hospital this weekend. He looked soooo small! His head was the smallest baby's head I've ever seen (besides extreme preemies). Jay was so nervous about holding the wee babe.
We finally met the daddy. First impression: clueless, sagging-pants, thug. Well, maybe thug is too harsh, but he doesn't strike me as very bright. I just hope he's going to be there for Christa and Jacobi. I have my doubts, but only time will tell.
