The Grandparents Are Coming

My son turns one on Friday, and we're having a birthday party for him this weekend. The grandparents are coming. My parents "Gigi and Granddad," and my husband's mom, "Grandma." Thankfully, my mother in law was fine with "Grandma." My mother, who could never be happy with Grandma (not sure if it's the age or the stigma), looked at every list she could find and tried out countless names before arriving at Gigi. (I think it was harder for her to come up with a name for herself than it was for us to name the baby!).

One of the name combinations she proposed for herself and my dad were, "Kiki and G-daddy." My parents are in their 60s.  They wear glasses and sweaters and drive a minivan (my mom doesn't even own jeans). They are not a man going through a mid-life crisis who married a woman with fake boobs and long bleached blonde hair. Oh, and my dad - he wants to be called Grandpa. My mom won't let him.

My mother in law lives in San Diego. I've only met her 4 times. Last year when she came to visit, she burned herself microwaving soup. I know she's going to try to show me the scar sometime on this trip. She's arriving on Friday at rush hour. My husband wants to send a car to pick her up. I said that's fine but he has to be the one to tell her. He said, "why do I have to tell her, the driver will have a sign. I"ll tell him what she looks like."

"Gigi" said not to worry about her because she'll just give her jobs to do to help prepare for the party. This is the woman who uses a ruler to cut brownies the same size delegating to the woman who burns herself with microwave soup. All the while telling me that I should let everyone know I'm serving lunch at the birthday party because I didn't specify as such on the invitation.

*Please refer to my last post where I said I would be on the deck if anyone is looking for me.