Yes, yes I did.
I'm looking forward to the experinece. I've been told by some very reliable sources, other grannies, that being a grandparent is truly grand.
Baby Sis and I are making preparations for the arrival of grand-baby. Preparations like picking paint colors for the nursery, choosing the right furniture, though not the crib...that's for mom and dad to do...deciding what to put on the walls and generally being busy bodies.
Now, before you judge, Daughter has asked for our input. She knows we have exquisite taste, well Baby Sis does, I'm mostly along for the ride.
I couldn't resist buying this (click on the pic then on the compass to make it bigger) on Zulily. It's my first I'm-going-to-be-a-gandmother-so-I-have-to-spoil-my-grand-baby-purchase. I also bought the Spanish version of the chart, afterall I do teach Spanish!
Oh, and I also bought these in Spanish and English. I did so with Daughter's approval.
Am I hoping that grand-baby will be bilingual? Hmm, no. Well, maybe. Although, if he or she is anything like mother, doing so will be next to impossible.
As a child development major, I'd learned that the best time to introduce a foreign language to a child was after they had acquired their first language. Daughter was speaking in complete sentences by the time she was eighteen months and would carry full blown conversations with adults by the time she was three. The time was ripe, or so I thought.
Another thing I learned about second language acquisition was to speak in the second language at the same time each day so that a pattern was established. I decided that bath time would be our learn-to-speak-Spanish time. Husband was on board with this, he also being bilingual in Spanish. The stage was set.
Our first and only learn-to-speak-Spanish-while-you-take-a-bath went something like this.
I spoke in Spanish. Daughter looked at me but didn't respond. I spoke some more. Daughter kept looking at me. I spoke a little bit more. Then Daughter said, in her most authoritative three year old voice, 'Mom, I do not want to learn to speak in that language.' Period. End of lesson.
Daughter was very stubborn when it came to certain things, I'm sure Son-in-law will say she still is. No matter how I tired to introduce Spanish to the little punk she would have nothing to do with it. It made me a little sad because I knew she would miss out on some wonderful conversations with my parents. Though they can both speak English, they prefer to speak in Spanish when they are around us kids.
In the end however, mom, that would be me, was right. During her high school and college years Daughter would lament that she didn't learn Spanish as a wee lass. She'd often ask why I didn't make her learn it, to which I would smugly reply, 'I did, you were just to stubborn to learn.'