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By the time this issue goes to print, I may or may not have been busted. It depends whether there is video from a friend’s daughter’s recent baby shower. That afternoon happened to be the same day as the Texans’ Wild Card game. I put myself in charge of handing the momma-to-be her many gifts. Before she could get the tape off a perfectly wrapped pink bow, I had the next five lined up ready for her to open. The oohs and awws didn’t have a chance to sink in. One friend claims I was almost throwing the gifts at the pregnant guest of honor. Not my proudest moment. But this was the biggest game of the year. And my team needed me. I made it home in time to watch the second half, and, it turns out, I would have been better off enjoying that shower instead of watching a disappointing ending. Lesson learned. I will make it up to my dear friend and her future grandbaby – as long as she arrives before the Rockets hit the playoffs. If you have a grandbaby in your circle or your future, vow to be wiser than I and read this month’s Being a Grandparent by Cheryl Ursin and Small is the New Big by Cindy Gabriel. [email protected]