Really, REALLY Broken

I can’t believe it.  My son called and my little sweetie really is broken.  A few days ago I wrote about a trip to the park that resulted in a dash to the hospital with my three-year-old granddaughter…picture it…a green, grassy park, trees, birds, squirrels, giggling…and then the moment that stopped my heart…my little punkin [...]

Too Little, Too ‘Cared, Too Stubborn

There are a lot of things I love about my grandchildren.  To be honest…everything.  Even when they are sassy I still think they are gifted…at being sassy.  That has to mean they are creative.  It takes a great deal of brains to think of ways to mouth back.  It stimulates their vocabulary and teaches them [...]

Grandma Breaks a Kid

I’ve never thought of a picnic table as a dangerous thing, but they are.  At least the one in the park was.  Grandpa and I took the two little girls for an afternoon of fun.  We did have fun…at least up to the picnic table accident.  We had a picnic earlier in the afternoon.  We [...]

Football Phenoms and Grandma

I’m a serious sports nut.  Serious.  Nut.  I’m also a serious grandma.  Serious.  Nut.  So what a day I had when I combined the two.  It all started when my grandsons said, “We’re bored.”  The girls and I were looking through some purses and baubles a friend had given them for dress up and we [...]

High Heels and Yee Hah

My eldest granddaughter, age three, has established herself as a true girlie girl.  She walks like a  girl.  Bats her lashes like a girl.  Squeals and giggles like a girl and has mood swings complete with head tosses, glares and stomping from the room…like a girl.  Now I’m not trying to sound sexist, but, hey, [...]

Diaper Diaries

At this point in my grandparent role, I am down to one in diapers.  One tiny little body which produces amazing amounts of waste.  She really is cute.  But poopy…and wet…a lot.  I have to brag a little though.  I have a diaper changing production area that really is quite impressive.  There it is in [...]

Barbies Are a Lot More Fun at Fifty

I’ve played Barbies, rode four-wheelers, drank tea and coffee and soup and mud chocolate. I’ve dressed up, dressed down, wore headbands and beads and scarves. I’ve changed poopy diapers and wet socks and muddy shoes and lifted on and off and in and out and kissed booboos and cheeks. Yup, the two [...]