In an introduction reminiscent of “Heeeeere’s Johnny!” on The Tonight Show, our grandson did a spot-on impersonation of Ed McMahon last week. Just 2 years old and standing in his crib waiting to be lifted out, our grandson Walter would say, “Iiiiiit’s …. Gramma Joan!” Ed McMahon couldn’t have said it any better. Coming from Walter, it melted my heart. I loved hearing those three simple words spoken by a little guy wearing jammies and a sleep sack.
Life as Grandma
I spent a week with our daughter Janet’s family, and one thing I enjoyed was getting Walter up in the morning and after naptime. Janet was expecting Baby No. 2 any day, and I was there to lend a hand. Walter is a chatterbox! For the first time in his young life, he called me Gramma Joan (again and again), a name that I am still getting used to. I’m sure it will be the first of many firsts in my life as a grandmother.
A Perfect Moment
I became a grandmother just two years ago, and so far, I love it. (Read about my months as Gramma Joan: Baby Love: The Surprises of a First-Time Grandma.) Walter’s such a sweetie, and I’m so happy to be a part of his life. Spending time together last week, we read stacks of books and played with every toy in sight, both inside and outside. My favorite moment happened outside on the deck. Walter and I were lying side-by-side inside the cave we made out of patio cushions, and it seemed like we were the only two people on Earth. We had each other, and that’s all that mattered. A perfect moment.
Our Second Grandson is Born
Now Walter has a baby brother, Leander, to join us in the patio cushion cave. I’m sure we have room for one more. (Read about Baby No. 2: Mother’s Day 2025: Anticipating a New Baby, New Bride.)
I left Janet’s home in the afternoon, so she got Walter up from his nap. Again, Walter did his best Ed McMahon impersonation, “Iiiiiit’s ….. Mommy!” He was happy to see her.
A Grandson Is Such a Delight
I bet Walter’s giving Tyler’s mom, Grandma Lucy, the same happy introduction when he sees her. Grandma Lucy is watching him this week. I heard that Walter was too distracted by a toy soldier to look at a photo of his baby brother. That’s OK. They’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the next few years. I’m sure they’ll be good buddies. I can’t wait to hold tiny Leander in my arms and introduce myself with – you guessed it, “Iiiiiit’s …. Gramma Joan!”
