Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

This is the curl in the back of my grandson’s hair and for the last week, it has been the center of the universe.

A universe I was part of for his last week as an only child, the last days where the earth revolved around him.

He was blissfully unaware of the fact that he would soon become a big brother.

I played the part of doting Grandma well. We had fruit snacks for breakfast making it the best day ever.

Until the trash truck came just as we arrived home after a grocery pickup.




We played in water and drew with chalk. (He may be a lefty which thrills his great grandfather)




We blew bubbles (notice the freshly bathed fire truck) and went to the library.

It was a fantastic week!

Then his life changed. The universe got bigger with one baby brother.  It was nice while it lasted. Now Alex will learn that the center of the universe is big enough for two boys – at least in Grandma’s eyes.