The BIG BOY Haircut

In a little less than 12 days, something will happen  . . . .  Our lil Webbman will be 17 months old!  This feat,  in itself,  is something special, however when I reflect on the last year and a half, I can hardly remember what our lives were like BW (before Webb).  Isn't it funny how children do that (make us feel like they've always been part of our lives)?  They are born and immediately our hearts are consumed with immense feelings of warmth for them.  God knew what he was doing when he brought these precious lil pip squeaks into our lives.  Somewhere between the end of January and now, our lil man went from having that itty bitty baby look to the handsome lil man look.  I think it happened with his last hair cut.  It's a real live "big boy haircut" !  It just happens when you're least expecting it! Whammo, the "baby" vanished and the "big boy" made his debut!

In the next few months, he is going to be jibber jabbering words at us and I can tell you, we will all be amazed at his brilliance.  Me, I'm just waiting to hear that lil voice resound one word . . . . . not just any word, but "Bitsy".  I've been drilling him for the past 17 months and I can't help but believe somewhere, in the deep dark crevices of his extremely intelligent, Albert Einstein like lil Webbman brain, out it's going to pop ........ the word I've anticipated . . . . . "BITSY", and I also have a feeling that that one word is going to wrap itself around my heart and squeeze it like a big ole bear hug.   Of course, I can't imagine anything being better than just looking at the lil man smile!

For those of you who don't know just what "Bitsy" means, let me remind you.

Main Entry:  bit-sy
Pronunciation: \'bit-see\
Function: adjective or noun
etymology:  itsy-bitsy
Date: 1905

Meaning: Tiny (adjective);  One excellent, dedicated, adoring, always there when you need her, "kick ass" Granny, Grandmother, Grandmom, Mother of Child's Mother (noun)

Example:  See picture below:

Bitsy:  One Kick Ass Grandmom and Proud Of It

OK, now that we've gotten that important fact taken care of, I thought I'd simply share two pictures of the Webbman from this week and a short video of him enjoying time with the Lil Momma and Drew "Precious".  I love him (Can you tell?) and I love his Momma and Daddy too (Had that one figured out didn't you?).  Enjoy!

The Webbman Checking things OUT!

See, Big Boy Haircut!

Get Ready for your Heart to Be Warmed . . . . . . . . . .

Oh, By the Way, his PawPaw gave him this "kick ass" swing.  He thinks it's pretty awesome!

Michael, the Arch Angel, the Lil Momma & Cinderella's Slippers

I don't know how it happened.

I don't know when it happened.

But it happened.

The Lil Momma and I have come full circle.  She is "mothering me".  She has become my sounding board, my friend, my protector, kind of like Michael the Archangel. 

I remember when I started down this path with my Mom, but it was for different reasons.  My Mom (the lil Momma's Grandma Carol) passed away in my Senior Year of High School.  My nurturing took on a whole different light than what I see transpiring with the Lil Momma.  She had struggled for years with Cancer and the medicines and such were taking their toll on her.  I'd come in from school and ask her how her day had been only to be told "To sit down and relax....that dinner was in the oven" and "How was my school day?".  Of course, she believed "dinner was in the oven ", but truth be told............there was NO DINNER in the oven or anywhere.  The first time it happened, I went to her and said "Mom, I don't see anything in the oven" to which a very indignent proud woman responded, "Well, somebody MUST have eaten it".  After that first time, there was a second time, a third time and many many other times.  It got to where I just didn't ask.  I just knew I had to high tail it to the kitchen after she made the "proverbial statement" and get the dinner that was IN the OVEN, IN the OVEN.  It was no big deal, and now I'd give anything to have the luxury of scurrying about covering up her decline in health to make her still feel whole and effective in her role as a "housewife and beloved mother", a role she didn't have the luxury of enjoying for the majority of our lives since she taught school and nurtured other people's children daily.  What an amazing woman my mom, Carol Teresa Stevenson, was.

In recent years, I seem to have become forgetful, scattered and unfocussed.  Truth be known, I may have always been that way, but as I get older and as I get more like my Mom (Of course, I don't have the excuse of having undergone chemo and radiation, at least not in the last few years).  The Lil Momma does her best not to come across concerned or aggitated but I'm quite certain I get on her last nerve of the day when she tells me something and I say snippily to her "Why didn't you tell me this before?" and she has to say "Mom, I did.  Don't you remember?" OR I break into a rendition of a story that I find particularly enthralling only to be told "Mom, you told me this already"!  It's taken me awhile to put my "daughter shoes" back on these 55 year old feet and remember what it must feel like to her.  Those shoes aren't particularly easy to wear and they sure don't just slide on like Cinderella's glass slippers.  I'm sure she never dreamed she'd have to worry about, nurture, carry concern, etc. for her Mom, or hell perhaps she's always worried about me and I was just not tuned in enough to notice.  All I can say is, I sure love me some "Lil Momma" and yep, some "Drew Precious".  They run circles around any parenting techniques or skills that I ever exhibited.  They're disciplined, organized, loving and just simply amazing in the rearing of our lil Webbman.  They make it look easy, but I know it's not, and I know I add to their plate and I wish I didn't.  It's just flat plain hell to get old.

NOW, the Webbman.  He is just the epitomy of perfect.  He is the definition of handsome.  He is a walking package of cute!  I don't know when this happened either, but it did.  It seems like I looked up and all of a sudden, he went from precious lil baby to adorable lil man.  No more sissy baby outfits for him.  No more lil smocked jon jons or cutesie stuff.  He's all boy and I have to say................I'm lovin' every minute of it.  Not lovin' it MORE than raising the Lil Momma but lovin' it in a different way.  With Easter coming up, I have some Easter basket assessments to be making.........that is "if" I remember.  Funny thing is, so far, I haven't forgotten one detail about the Webbman or what he may need.  Wonder why that is?  All I can say is I hope my Michael, the Archangel looks like John Travolta.

This is one of my all time favorite Movies.  Enjoy the Clip!

I cannot prevent the "Birds of Sorrow" from passing over my head . . . BUT I can keep them from building a nest in MY hair!

Whewwwwwwwwwww.  It feels like it's been a lifetime since I've blogged, and it kind of has been.  My last little blurb was the last day of July.  Life was going along great, things seemed to be bright and our little family seemed to be 10 foot tall and bullet proof.  Well "seemed" to be is the key word in this scenario.  Just about the time, we all were floating around on Cloud Nine at the prospect of two new glorious lil guys for our family, just about the time we all began to dream about all the joys life held, LIFE came up with a new plan . . . . a plan all of it's own.

I've waited and waited to blog and wondered what I would say to explain the absence of words from "Bitsy".  I've waited and prayed and hoped to accept so many things.  I'm still waiting for the right words to come and still waiting for acceptance so for now, all I'm going to say is I began blogging as a means to cope with being a "long distance grandma", a "Bitsy" who stands outside and looks in and tries to find ways to make my Webbman visits memorable and I need to continue my mission! Ninety days of silence has probably left some serious gaps in the "Wonders of the Webbman", but I'll touch on a few of the high points and leave out the lows because as noted so duly in today's Blog Title . . . .

While, I CANNOT prevent the Birds of Sorrow from passing over my head and perhaps pooping on it as they pass, I CAN do everything in my power to keep those same birds from

 Building a Nest in My Hair!

Life is all what you make it and we need to celebrate every day, even when it's not what we had hoped for, not what we had envisioned.  So with that in mind, here's to "Big Hair" and to finding the indescribable joy of Grand-babies.  The lil critters come into our life, tug on our heartstrings, and nestle themselves into an unforgettable spot - a spot that is coveted by those of us they call "Bitsy, Honey, Grammy, Shug, LuLu and Lovie".  We proudly love and celebrate them each day. 

Stay tuned because tomorrow, I'm going to tell you guys all about Webb's accomplishments over the last few months.  He is one amazing little guy, but I'm pretty sure ya'll all know that already! 

9 Months in WebbLand and FREE Admission!

Yes, I'm going to go for the cheesy phrase . . . . . "It Seems Like Yesterday", because it does.  It seems like we just got the news that our little Meisenheimer Crew were expecting.  It seems like yesterday that we obsessed over nursery fabrics, nursery furniture, names, would we have a boy, would we have a girl, would we have a few boys and girls?  It didn't seem to matter.  Quite frankly, NONE of it seemed to matter when our little Halloween Man arrived that night.  With all honesty, other than the birth of the Lil Momma, that night was the most special, most amazing, most joyful day of this Bitsy's life.  There is no effective way to describe what ensued, but I'm fairly certain that if you're a Bitsy's Bits reader, you know it was just the next best thing to french toast slathered with powdered sugar and butter.  Absolute heaven, the Webbman's Day of Birth and the French Toast!

In hindsight, this Bitsy has spent a great deal of time and effort on what some people would view as "totally unnecessary, completely frivolous" activities, and perhaps those people would be correct.  It probably began before the Webbman was born with my vision of  custom "matching" shirts for the Grandmom's that very classicly read "Webb Thomas Meisenheimer's Bitsy" and of course "Webb Thomas Meisenheimer's Honey".  Don't think we didn't wear them either because we did EVEN to the Outlet Mall.  We wore them with smiles. 

Welcome to the World Lil Man.
  Honey & Bitsy Love Being Grandma's!

And then, there was the 8.5 foot hand painted Stork that I decided HAD to welcome the little family home upon their arrival from the hospital.  As with lots of things that this Bitsy does, it was a great idea, but not real well thought through.  I made arrangements to have it made and neither the young woman who made it or myself factored in that the adorable stork weighed in at 40 lbs, plywood supports and all, and was not cost efficient to ship.  "No Problem" pours off my lips to the young artist who lived in Mobile.  I'll meet you half way . . . . . so off I drove in my Cadillac CTS which quite decidedly made a good "ride for Bitsy" but did NOT make such a good "ride" for Mr. Stork.  After much pleading and convincing, a great big thank you goes to the Manager of the Gulfport, MS Chuck E Cheese who was kind enough to help me stash and store Mr. Stork in their storeroom until Drew "Precious" could come help me "deliver" him in a more appropriate vehicle . . . . .  like a TRUCK!  Irregardless, the Welcome Home Stork was the most beautiful Welcome Home Stork I've ever seen and one day I just know that the Webbman, the Lil Momma and Precious will smile when they remember arriving in Waveland to see his inviting smile by their front door!

Welcome Home from Bitsy!

 Then, there was the bright idea to schedule baby pictures at one week old.  That concept in itself - not so novel, right?  Well, hold on . . . . . I'm getting to the good part.  Remember, I had months to imagine the Lil man, to look forward to all the joy and wonder that would slide right into our lives upon his delivery, so the "costuming and outfitting" began.  What could be more precious that a "sock monkey", right?  Yep, that's right, a sock monkey cocoon and cap were created for the Webbman.  A beautiful pale blue cocoon and snugly cap was created for the Webbman, there were pumpkin hats and OleMiss outfits . . . . . but the critical factor here was Bitsy didn't stop long enough to think about the fact that the Lil Momma and Precious MAY not have wanted their son dressed up like a baby doll.  Bitsy learned on that occasion, but I will say that his pictures were absolutely precious and again, ONE day, I just know that the Webbman, the Lil Momma and Precious will look back and smile at our lil sock monkey and feel that warm feeling that Bitsy did in her heart. 

Webbman in his Sock Monkey Cocoon and Gus.

Webbman in his beautiful baby blue cocoon served for your viewing pleasure on a tray!

I won't say that I learned right away, Webbman and family had to endure "Turkey Caps" at Thanksgiving, embroidered First Thanksgiving outfits, an adorable "Mr. Bingle" outfit which Bitsy took upon herself to use as her Christmas Card for 2010, Happy New Years outfits, Happy Mardi Gras Outfits, Valentines Day outfits, Happy St. Patrick's Day outfits, Happy Easter outfits and yes, we even had a Happy 4th of July Outfit.  Amidst all my joy, this Bitsy will admit that hindsight is foresight and perhaps, the Webbman didn't NEED all of this.  Perhaps, the Webbman didn't NEED any of it, but with both those facts offered up for God and everybody to know, this Bitsy sure loved every minute of her amazingly handsome lil man wearing everyone of them.  I just KNOW that someday again, the Webbman, the Lil Momma and Precious will smile and go "awhhhhhhh" when they look at them, except MAYBE if they show up in years to come in the Webbman's graduation or wedding video.  He may not find the joy in the experience then, but his Bitsy will.  I will always think he was the most amazingly precious Sock Monkey, Pumpkinhead, Turkeyhead, Mr. Bingle lookin', New Year's baby, etc. that ever hit the face of this earth!

Gobble Gobble

Jingle Jangle Jingle Here Comes Mr. Bingle

Happy 2011!

Happy Mardi Gras!  Throw Me Something Mister.

All Aboard the Love Train!

Here Comes Peter Cottontail speeding down the Bunny Trail.

The Webbman's 9 months have included accomplishment after accomplishment and don't think this Bitsy hasn't noticed.  He is one very "accomplished" young man!  He SMILES - and what a smile!  He rolls over and very gracefully if I must say so myself.  He REACHES and GRABS and HUGS.  He SITS UP and throws his plastic balls.  He is the best "bathtub toy splasher" that any Bitsy could ever have. He plays PEEK-A-BOO and he PULLS UP.  He's just about to get the crawling thing down pat too. Right now, it's more of a "dragging" but the "crawling" is right around the corner.  He HOLDS his own bottle and EATS  like there is no tomorrow.  He's in a BIG BOY Car seat now! He's got ONE tooth and another ONE popping out, and by the way, his teeth are beautiful.  He has BABY EINSTEIN memorized and has managed to WRAP all those that encounter him around his finger.  Yes,  he is one "accomplished" young man.   Goodness only knows where 10 months will bring us.  I will say, I believe the Webbman is safe for awhile.  There are no real discernible holidays until Halloween and  I guess you guys can bet . . . . . that Bitsy may be having a few "visions" floating around in the back of her mind.  I'm fighting them though . . . . fighting them really hard!

Splish Splash Webb is taking a bath!

This Bitsy finds herself amazingly grateful and extremely thankful for the opportunity provided in being involved in the Webbman and his parent's lives.  I understand that I am a handful, that I can be just a little "over the top", and yes perhaps even "off the chain", but there's one thing I know for slap damn certain ~ there is no shortage of love for our lil man or this lil family.  Our crew has one great big swollen heart and that folks is one very good thing!

Oh, and WebbLand, it's the best place a Bitsy can be.  One more thing, I'm really glad the Lil Momma and Precious haven't figured out, I'd probably PAY an admission fee :)  Until next time  . . . . . Enjoy your Sunday!