“Grumpy” really is the new baby’s nickname. What’s worse, it suits him. I did try to defend him, till both his parents said, “Wait till he wakes up and watch him frown.” Yeah, he looks like one grumpy old baby. 😉
In other news, our son was home for Christmas. This is not as radical as if he were living in, say, Iraq, but it was nice for us. We spent last year at his apartment in PA, and it was such a bleak Christmas, compared to this year’s, spent in our own home, where he grew up. And spending Christmas in the home where he grew up, he came to a decision: He’s definitely going to look for work closer to home.
I should note that we would be happier about his living in PA if he were happy about it, but since his only reason for moving there was to be closer to his girlfriend — who promptly dumped him — and the only reason he stayed there was because he found his dream job — and now he’s gone as far as he can on this particular railroad — well, naturally you want to see your kid happy in life, and at the moment, he isn’t. All his friends and his family are here. The job is the only thing he has there. So yes, we would like him to move closer to home so that he has a life outside of work. I will not jinx his chances by commenting on the one prospect he has, but yes, he has a prospect. (Holding my breath waiting for it to come through….)
With one foot in both Orthodox worlds — Old Calendar and New Calendar — I had hoped to make it to the most local Old-Calendar parish, 50 miles away, for “Russian Christmas,” as we used to call it when I was growing up. Yesterday our daughter informed us that January 7th will probably be “Grumpy’s” christening day. The things we give up for our families….