A lot has happened since I last posted here. My father passed away in July, he had liver cancer and went to Emory University to have surgery and bled to death.
Aiden was born on my Dad's birthday, October 8th of 2010, I hate that my father didn't make it to see him.
In March just 10 days after my birthday my oldest daughter found her daddy deceased, it was horrible for all of us, especially her. He had left when I was two months pregnant with our youngest daugter and wasn't in their life until just two years before he died. He and my girls had made ammends, he had apologized to them and to me for leaving us. We became very good friends and would talk everyday. He was always there when I needed him and he tried so hard to make up for lost time with the girls. Ken was only 47 and had diabetes, and was in poor health. But no one expected him to die, as a matter of fact when my daughter could not reach him she thought he was out at the pond fishing. After a while of not being able to get him on the phone she decided to drive to his house.
Aiden is now three months old and just adorable, he is beginning to make little cooing sounds and sounds like he is trying so hard to talk. My grandbabies are what keeps me going, I don't think I would make it if it wasn't for their sweetness in my life. Addyson is 13 months old and walking everywhere. When we had her first birthday party she had so many friends and presents it looked like Christmas.
She is such a little stinker and snappy, and has such a funny personality. She loves for me to laugh, she gets excited and laughs too.
Addyson and her mom live with me so I usually get to see her everyday, but Aiden's mommy and daddy live a good little distance away so I only get to see him about once a month. So when I see him I have to get lots of sugar to make up for lost time, but he doesn't seem to mind, he is very affectionate.
