Grandbabies, long distances, and the yenta gene

I got the best picture of my grandbaby the other day. It was taken on the beach in Hawaii and she is buried in the sand. While that in itself would be an adorable photo, it’s the look on her face that just sell the whole thing. It screams, “It’s good to be me!” It is now officially my favorite picture of her.

Physically she is so much like her mother at that age that it will be hard to tell their pictures about later, but Boo has a different kind of energy about her. Kristin was a studier, and in her pictures she is almost always looking head on at the camera and is very aware of the fact that her picture is being taken and she is focused on that. Kristin was good a sitting still or posing. Boo is a constant motion machine, and we have almost no pictures of her where she is interested in taking a good picture. She’s all about whatever she’s doing, and she is constantly doing something. Getting her to look into the camera for more than a half a second is a Herculean task. I wonder if her dad was that way when he was her age. I need to do some note checking with the grandparent-in-laws.

Of course, it would be nice if Kristin could come home more often, or if Kenny came from here, that way they wouldn’t have to divide their time between the Georgia, Washington and Texas. It’s tough on everyone. It would be great to meet Kenny’s family and see them with Kristin and Boo.

So, in the end I’m kind of stuck between regret that they have to live so far, pride that they are so independent, happy that they are getting to experience different places, understanding that they have to try to fit us all in, and wishing that whoever is going to invent the Star Trek transporter would get a flipping move on!!

Meanwhile, in my ongoing hope that I will eventually have grandchildren from my other child, Matt, I try to keep on the look for any indication that he is at least seeing a particular girl on a steady basis. He never talks about a girl unless he adds that they are so and so’s girlfriend, they are 40 something years old and just a friend, they’re married and have children, or some other disclaimer so I don’t get my hopes up that he might be serious about someone. He knows that I know, that would be the first baby step to grandchildren. Really I just want him to find someone to be happy with, even if they don’t produce any grandchildren. But, grandchildren would be nice. With Matt I have the biggest hope of having grandchildren near me.

On the 4th of July Matt came riding his scooter past the house while all of us were setting off fireworks in the street (yes, another white trash moment in my life) with a girl on the back. Not too long later he came around again with her. Well, me, Danna, Wendy and Mark are all wondering if Matt has a girl. We’re getting a little excited about the possibility. Except for Mark, he’s just curious and isn’t affected with the Yenta gene that we women are. So the next day Matt’s comes by the house and I try to ask casually who the girl was. He laughs and asks which one. Apparently there was a different girl each time. One was Ali’s girlfriend and the other was “just a friend.” Damn it!! I think he’s baiting me now.