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The Beloved Spousal Unit and I are going to be grandparents. Next January apparently. There's been a ultrasound exam to confirm the circumstance already.

But we're NOT READY! Nevermind if the parents-to-be are ready or not- we're not ready! Yikes! Being grandparents means being old- doesn't it? It does to me.

I am the oldest of my siblings and two of my younger brothers are both grandparents already. I take great pleasure in hassling both of them about being old because they are grandpas and now that bit of smug superiority has been stripped from me. I will have to admit that I too am old, over the hill, just waiting for a chance to spoil my first grand child.

Everyone I know that has access to their grandkids tells me they are great. Spoil them, play with them, then send them home with the parents. I have been teasing the BSU for some time now that we need to buying a DVD player and stocking up on all the cartoon movies that come out just so we would have them when the grandkids came for a visit. I guess I was foretelling just a bit too accurately.

Anyway, congratulations to Son Kye and daughter-in-law Sara, they are the expectant parents. Kye called with the news last night. We're shocked. They are too. A new generation begins.