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“With your own children, you love them immediately – and with grandchildren, it’s exactly the same.” ~ Kevin Whatley

August 14, 2015

Okay, I’ll say it!  The most beautiful, perfect, amazing baby was born on August 9th, 2015 at 5:26 am to Dan and Ann Taylor Shaw.  Carter Richard Shaw at 7 pounds and 14 ounces is the current most loved son, grandchild, nephew, godson, great-nephew, cousin and great-grandchild on the face of the planet. Prepare yourself for cuteness overload.

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Carter on his birth Day

Carter on his birth day

Carter on his birth day

 

 

It’s true, it was love at first sight.  How could it not be.  When each of my children were born I was filled with love and joy and happiness and a million other good things, and yet I was filled with fear each time as well.  Would I be a good mom,  could I keep them safe, would they love me and such.

“When you hold your baby in your arms the first time, and you think of all the things you can say and do to influence him, it’s a tremendous responsibility. What you do with him can influence not only him, but everyone he meets and not for a day or a month or a year but for time and eternity.”
~Rose Kennedy

When Dan and Ann Taylor shared their good, life changing for the best, news after Christmas, their lives had changed and mine would also never be the same.

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Ann Taylor and Dan and player to be named

Many times, since we shared that news with friends and family I have been asked the question, “Have you given thought to what kind of grandmother you want to be?”   To be honest I thought the question to be strange.  The answer to me was so simple it felt like it was written on my face.  I want to be the kind of grandmother that both my mom and my mother in law were.  To be fair my mother in law’s life was cut much too short and she did not get to spend nearly enough time with my children.
Maryrose Shaw with Skip as a baby

Maryrose Shaw with Skip as a baby

 

Maryrose Shaw with her grandbaby

Maryrose Shaw with Beccca

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My dad with Kristen

My mom with her three favorite grandchildren

My mom with her three favorite grandchildren

 

 

 

 

 

 

My favorite picture of all time at Becca's baptism. My mom with Dan (and his red sneakers)

My favorite picture of all time at Becca’s baptism. My mom with Dan (and his red sneakers)

 

My parents and in laws treated my children with unconditional love.  This is how I choose to be with Carter and whatever other grandchildren I am blessed to have.  My mother in law always made me feel that each minute spent with her was a blessing to be treasured.  My children treat each other that way as well.

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Becca with Kristen hands down going to be the best Godmother ever

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Dan with Kristen hands down going to be the best dad ever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dan with Carter

Dan with Carter

 

Ann Taylor with Carter, best mom ever

Ann Taylor with Carter, best mom ever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skip in the delivery room with Kristen

Skip in the delivery room with Kristen

 

 

Skip and I in the delivery room with Kristen

Skip and I in the delivery room with Kristen

 

 

 

 

 

Skip and I holding Carter for the first time

Skip and I holding Carter for the first time

“Grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.”

~Lois Wyse

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I will leave you with another quote and lyrics to our favorite song which Skip sang to our babies many times.

“If your baby is ‘beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time,’ you’re the grandma.”

~ Teresa Bloomingdale

 

 “Sweet Baby James” By James Taylor

There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons, waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinking about women and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire, he sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear
as if maybe someone could hear…Goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won’t you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting,
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
a song that they sing when they take to the sea,
a song that they sing of their home in the sky, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep,
but singing works just fine for me.So, goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won’t you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.

 

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