Friday, February 4, 2011

A rose by any other name.......

I drove home from a computer course in Navan last night through a gale force wind. It was like a scene from The Wizard of Oz. There were branches, election posters (tee hee) flying in front of my windscreen. I fully expected to see that old witch floating by on her bicycle. I got in the door at home and swore I wasn't moving out again that night. But of course I did because........Lauren was finally home with Megan and I had to see them, typhoon or no typhoon!
Megan is GORGEOUS. She is smaller than she appeared in her photos, which is all we had to go on. When anyone asked me her weight I replied that she was small, 7lbs 4ozs. The reply I always got was
"That's not small. That's normal."
Not when you are talking about decendants of the Lynam clan!
Of my eight nieces and nephews the smallest was Barry, who came in at 7lbs 13ozs. The rest were 8 and 9 pounders, and Shane topped the scales at 10lbs 14ozs....OUCH!
The phrase "passing a basketball comes to mind"!
Now the dilema is....what am I to be called? Technically I am Megan's Grandaunt. Now I don't know about you, but I refuse to be connected with anything that has the term "Grand" in its title, no thank you.
I think I have it sorted. Neither Lauren nor Glenn have any sisters, so Megan doesn't have any aunts. Jacqueline and I are going to slip in there under the radar and confisate the title "Auntie" and there is no one to oppose us! SORTED!

Another family trait, apart from the big babies, is that we look much younger than we really are (ahem). Despite what you mght think Lauren is not twelve but twenty four.
And I am.......... let's just leave it at that!!!!