My grandmother went to be with our Lord yesterday afternoon. Her health has been gradually declining over the last year and has made her more susceptible to falls. She had several during that time. However, last Thursday she suffered a heart attack that left her heart at 20% capacity and her other major organs failing. I was able to see her almost every day that she was in the hospital for a couple of hours and I am very thankful that I had plenty of time to say good-bye. My parents were both by her side when she passed. She lived a long life and was ready to meet her Savior. Her funeral is planned for Saturday.
Gama has been my only living grandparent since I was 7 and really the only one I ever knew very well. She lived in the same town as we did for most of my life, and for a good part of that, she was just down the street. She played an integral role in my life and I would not be the same if she hadn't. I remember spending my first nights away from home at her house. She would always take me to Picadilly (a local Lubys- type) to get my favorite plate with Salisbury steak, broccoli with cheese sauce, and mashed potatoes with gravy.
She made lots of clothes for us until I got "too old" for that.
It really irritated her that I didn't think they were cool anymore. =) We spent lots of time up at the cleaners that she owned. She worked hard all her life. I try to imagine what it must have been like to be a single mom during that time and how much determination and perseverance it must of taken to overcome the obstacles for a woman to own a successful business by herself. I don't think that she ever did it because she liked the idea of being successful or making money; she always said that she wanted to give my dad (and us) the best life that she could...and she did. She bought me a car my Senior year of high school so that I could come back and forth from college the following year.
She always told me that a woman should have an education and skill to be able to support herself if she needed to. Those weren't empty words because when it came time for high school graduation, she paid for me to go to college.
Gama lived her whole life in the Monroe, LA area, but moved here several years ago to be close to all of us. Three years ago, Charlton graduated from law school in Philly and we moved back to Houston because we wanted to build a home close to our families. I spent two days a week with her our first year back and am so glad that I did. It gave me a different perspective on what aging was like for her (she didn't like it), and how self-less her love was for her main concern to be a better life for us with the things that she suffered in her own life. She wasn't very tactful or gentle about giving her opinions but I know her purpose was usually to help.
In November, my parents moved down the street from us and she moved across town with them to a new assisted living facility close by.
At that point she needed to be cared for by trained medical staff, but she was the one pushing for the move because she said she wasn't getting to see Steven enough. We've tried to visit her once a week since she moved in. No matter how she felt, she always lit up when she saw Steven. In the last few months, he was getting really good at talking to her and showing her things and she loved that he was trying to interact with her. I'm so glad that we have pictures of them together. I hope that we will always be blessed by living so close to family and being involved in their lives like mine was by Gama.
Steven loves Meadow but is still working on saying her name. He usually settles for "Baby," but he doesn't skimp on the hugs and kisses. Meadow gets lots of love from Steven. He does pretty well being gentle but every once in a while with get on top of her for a smothering hug- she takes it in stride though. Yesterday was really the first time I've seen him try to play with her; he is showing her how to stack the cups. 
Steven and Saige also share a love for Elmo and were happy to share a seat in "Elmo Chair." We are so blessed to live around so much of our family. The girls are more like sisters to Steven than cousins, and we're adding another baby to the bunch. Charlton's sister, Jenn, is due the beginning of February and we are excited to add one more to the family next year. Although Steven loves the girls, he wants to put in a request that Aunt Jenn have a boy because he's starting to feel a little out numbered! Hi to Mimi, Popo, Aunt Jenn, and Uncle Evan who are on vacation!
mentioned that I bought some a few weeks ago but wasn't sure if we'd actually try it for a while. Charlton was the one that pulled it out one day and Steven did really well with it (meaning he didn't try to eat it). He doesn't actually make anything himself yet; he likes for us to make something and then squeeze apart. He also likes to put it in and take it out of the can-- that provides entertainment for a while. It's not hours of fun or anything but I'm sure that he'll play with it longer as he gets older. I like it because I think it fills some of his need for experimentation and curiosity. 
Uncle Patrick has always called Steven "
he has been taking it to a whole new level by climbing in a chair and hoisting himself up to grab and hang off the living room mantel. He did the same thing in his room yesterday via glider to his bookshelf above so we might have to do some rearranging. 
He is saying about 75 words now (I'll do a separate post when he hits 100- yes, I'm keeping a list), and is attempting to go for the two words sentences now. He talks a lot and tells me a lot of stories- I'm just now starting to recognize single words in the middle of his "sentences." We are happy to be in the middle of a language explosion, and 