How do you convey the news of what should be a great event; something that would produce overwhelming excitement and an enormous smile? The best way for me would be to mention it in writing so in my last blog I casually threw in an interesting tidbit--"visiting my grandson for the first time"--to see who would catch it and had expected it to elicit a few comments. But nope. Nothing. Nada. Maybe you were too embarrassed to do so or were at a loss for words. Steve, however, did say something to me Sunday morning, so I felt it necessary to come up with an appropriate introduction to my news.
My grandson's name is Deagan. He is so cute, adorable, cuddly, and you could just squeeze him to death but not as docile as I had hoped. So with consent of the father, here is a picture of my gorgeous grandson.

I thought this would be funny and a couple of my friends agreed. Mom...didn't find it amusing whatsoever. What can I say? When things don't go as planned--this little joke of mine certainly fell flat on its face.