Good Grief Charlie Brown....it's your Poppa!
Dear Baby Bear....Here is your Poppa in the Pumpkin Patch by our home. This particular pumpkin is called a "Cheese Pumpkin" because it looks light orange like a wheel of cheese.
Poppa is wearing a flannel shirt and I think he looks like "The Brawny Man" from the commercials.
This is your Diva's favorite time of year.
I talked with you momma today and you are definitely making your presence knows. Be nice to your momma....she really works hard and she loves you so very much.
Hmmmm.....I'm getting hungry for pumpkin bread, muffins, pies, or for that matter pumpkin everything.
Dearest Wee One,
Every Monday I post a "Monday Memory" on my other blog. Usually they are family stories or stories of your diva as a child. This week I posted a story about your momma. Your Momma was the most wonderful baby ever born (or at least we thought so ). We were instantly captivated by her. She was our greatest accomplishment and we watched her with breathless anticipation. Your Poppa and I had been a small part of helping God create a living breathing miracle.
Like most nervous new parents we let her sleep in a bassinet right next to our bed for fear we might not hear her in the middle of the night! At first she would only squeak a little as she would wake for a feeding. As she grew bigger and stronger so did her cries. Soon we were able to distinguish the hungry "feed me cries" from the the "I need to be changed cries".
As our confidence grew, so did she. Soon she had a lusty mad cry that signaled " You'd better take care of me NOW or else!" She was very good at training us to meet her needs. For the most part she was an easy baby to raise and we complimented each other for our extraordinary "parenting" ability.
So, we were not prepared for our child's noiseless cry. We were in a large district church conference and our 8 month old creeper was in the nursery with lots of other preachers kids. The nursery was small and there were lots of babies. The main assembly had just gotten out and mother's were on their way to pick up their offspring.
As I entered the nursery I noticed that your momma was playing on the floor. I also noticed that her mouth was wide open in terror, tears were pouring out of her eyes and yet there was no noise coming out of her mouth. Her face was beet red, and her eyes were bulging.
I also noticed that there was another mom gathering her child's diaper bag and standing on my baby's hand.
My maternal instinct took over and faster than a charging NFL linesmen I pushed the offending mother off your momma's hand ( and nearly through the opposite wall.). I grabbed my 
noiselessly screaming baby and blew in her face. It caused her to catch her breath and then the loudest, most ear-splitting noise erupted from her that caused everyone (even the very angry offending mom) to stop dead in their tracks and pay attention to what had just occurred.
Your Momma began wailing and so did I. (Both of us were inconsolable.) Fortunately another mother had also viewed the incident and was explaining the situation to the astonished nursery attendant , the offending mother and to your Poppa who was wondering why his mild mannered wife had become a raving charging lunatic.
Needless to say that was the last time your momma was in that nursery. Nothing was broken or bruised (including the other mother) but I felt like the world's worst mom.
Moms and Divas hate to see their children hurt, or scared. It was a horrible experience for both of us that day.
Dear Doodle Bug,
Look
at your Diva's attempt to be creative. I hope you will always know
that you are my darling and I am so blessed to have you in my life. You
are our very first grandchild.
You are the one that made me a Diva. We will have many adventures and lots of fun together.
Know
that you have been loved and prayed for every day of your life. I can
hardly wait to hold you in my arms and get a proper introduction. Love
you to the Moon and back again.
Your Diva
Dearest Dumpling,
Thanksgiving (Canadian) is less than a week away. It won't be long till your mom is breaking out the pine cone turkeys and when you are older you Diva is expecting to see one of these from you.
It's a turkey made from your handprint and footprints. Ask your momma dearest (she's very crafty at these kind of things!)
Guess what Diva and Papa are thankful for this year? That's right Beloved.....You! Diva has been waiting for you for a very long time (and not very patiently I should add!)
You are the glue that makes two very different hearts a family. Your arrival will turn a head-strong grrrl and a hermit boy into a Mommy and a Daddy. Your arrival will turn this silver hair old lady into a dazzling Diva and a hard working missionary into a proud Papa.
Yes you.....even now you are making an impact on your world. We are all in breathless anticipation of your arrival.
Keep strong, keep growing, be blessed,
Diva
