Gigi, or the lady married to the baby's grandfather, is a great name - better than grandma as that conjures up a little old lady with face cream, curlers, and a big purse filled with cinnamon flavored gum. Or at least, that's what my grandma seemed to always have going on. I, on the other hand, listen to cool music, Journey, Coldplay, and Bruno Mars for goodness sakes! I like Mumford and Sons and that is so not grandma style!
I don't really remember how we came up with Gigi as a name, what I do remember is that if I was called Gigi, than my mom would be the Grand Gigi and that fit so perfectly, we had to go with it and a Gigi was born.
I'm a Gigi to two little boys, C boy and B boy, 4 1/2 and almost 2. C boy was in utero when I married their grandfather, or PawPaw. At the age of almost 4, C Boy and his baby bro came to live with us, full time, 24/7, in our smallish house, with our full time jobs, with nary a crib, a diaper, wipes, small plates, or plastic forks in sight.
We have come a long way since then and I think, I will use this blog as a diary of sorts, to chronicle the adventures of being a Gigi!
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