This offering doesn’t require a title; the photo doesn’t need a preface. The image makes me snicker when I look at it. Every. Single. Time.
I am Nana
My Dharma will eat ANYTHING and EVERYTHING and sometimes, bad things happen when she does. I was awakened this morning to the sound of a puking dog. Yay me!
When I was still in elementary school, my cousin and I spent the weekend with my great aunt, Kak. This much anticipated mini vacation included a trip to the Indiana State Fair. Before bed, I ate about two pounds of potato salad and was soooo very sick the next morning I thought I would die. I still remember the experience almost 50 years later and stay away from mustard potato salad.
Not Dharma! She will eat the nastiest crap (and sometimes it is crap she’s eating!) only to regurgitate it and go right back for more.
That right there is Wormie Worm. Colette made the little dude a house. When she took him from his home for a walk, he fell off her finger and right into a crack where he could not be recovered. Sometimes, bad things happen to worms too.
Not QUITE eight, but we celebrated Colette’s birthday today anyway with a cookout at her house. Princess cupcakes and lots of presents to open…
From the look on her face in the photos, I’m pretty sure she liked her Sponge Bob light better than her new ride. She did like the bell on the handlebars, but has yet to learn to ride without training wheels.
I should’ve taken a video of Ben running alongside her (on this humid, 90 degree sunny day) — but we were too busy sharing stories about our first bicycle experiences. Perry bragged that by 8, he was ramping dirt mounds. I mentioned that I never had anyone helping me learn how to balance — and I never had a cool pink helmet, knee and elbow guards or gloves for protection.
Mom had the best story. She paid for her first bike when she was in the 5th grade and was short 37 cents that her Dad fronted her upon purchase. She had to pedal him around town for payment. And get this… she STILL knows the serial number of that bike — and I don’t even know what my first one looked like or what color it was.
Happy early birthday to Colette — eight is GREAT!
Colette’s last day of school was today and she wanted to spend the night at Nana’s. Yay! With her big birthday bash coming this weekend, I ran in the house to hide gifts before she was allowed to walk in the door.
I grabbed these LED slingshot helicopter things while shopping this week just because they were on a cool display and I thought they would make another package for her to open — but I’m weak and we opened them this evening. These things are AMAZING!
We were outside after 9:30 PM shooting them and watching them spin to the ground. Not one went on the roof or got stuck in the tree because we are expert slingshot operators. (I did forget to turn the light on once and had to search for it for at least 5 minutes.)
Growing up, Mom always had “the new set of rules” that came into play on the last day of school. Bed at a certain time and out of bed in the mornings at another. While more relaxed than our school schedule, we didn’t just get to just go to bed whenever we wanted — except when we went to Nanny’s house. Now that I’m the Nanny, I get to break the parental rules.
Colette rolled into bed around midnight and told me she’d had the best night of her whole life. 🙂 Sure do love this Nana gig.
Went to my granddaughter’s music event at school and I’m pretty sure I’ll be singing, “One potato, two potato, three potato, FOUR,” for at least another week.
I remember going to these as Ben went through his school years and was so happy when that twice-yearly thing was over. At the time, I didn’t consider that I’d be doing that routine again for my next generation. No clue why — but it sure is more fun this time around. 🙂
Started off my day posting a photo of Mom on FB with Happy Mothers Day wishes. (Nearing the end of the evening, it had over 75 like/love notices and even more comments.) She sure is popular!
Next, we headed outside so Perry could pick up where I left off yesterday with outside work, and my favorite son and granddaughter showed up with gifts. Yay! The first comment wasn’t, “Happy Mothers Day!” No! It was, “Perry, your legs look like Dracula!” (In all honesty, they were so white they DID look like they could belong to the Count.)
Shopping for the perfect Mothers Day gift, they stopped at Wal-mart where Colette got a toy, and then hit Home Depot to purchase flowers, a watering can and pot. Colette picked pink flowers and a light blue pot because together they would look like cotton candy. Busy opening the toy she picked out at Wal-mart — a Smooshy Mushy — she took the paper included in the packaging and handed it to me. She apologized for tearing it and offered it up as a wonderful gift because I’m her Nana.
Yes. I kept it. Yes, I know she gave it to me because it’s a worthless piece of junk paper she tore and didn’t want. I pretended I didn’t know the difference… just like I pretended the surprise in the container was a bunny with a carrot — when it fact it was a hamster with a mango. I know this because I’m the gatekeeper of the torn paper.
If you’re a mother — I hope your gifts were equally as awesome. If you have a mother (or grandmother), I hope their treats from you were amazing.
Last night was the first time my granddaughter has slept here on a school night. Although she has her own room at Nana’s, sleeping in her bed at her house and sticking to a school routine through the week is the norm. But yesterday, she and Piggy spent the afternoon and night with Nana. Yay! Piggy made a new friend and was in bed right on time…
Colette, on the other hand, piddled her way through her bath and brushed her teeth for at least 10 minutes. Still, I stuck to her assigned bedtime (which is difficult for a g’ma), and she got up this morning without complaint to puppy kisses.
I was pulled back in time when Ben was her age and I was up getting him ready for school. Breakfast at home was the routine back then — now, breakfast is served at school for those who want to eat there. I don’t know what they serve, but Colette was concerned she would make it on time to eat at school. She bossed me all the way there… asking at least 3 times if I knew how to get there. “Yes… I found it when I picked you up yesterday, didn’t I?”
This grandma gig is the best, you guys!