I once said that I have never felt old while my children fast grew from babies to teenagers and adults, nor even when that first grand baby was born…or the second. But when that first grand baby started kindergarten, suddenly I began to feel a little bit old because life does speed up when the kids skip off to school. But it’s all good because when they learn to read and write they enchant you even more with thoughts and words and dreams and wishes that will always make your day.
I will leave this one right here for you, for me, for everyone…until she erases it and writes something else.
Happy New Year’s Eve Eve!
Some things will always and forever remain the same from person to person, family to family, generation to generation.
Especially during colds and flu season.
Seriously Hazel, don’t touch Fallon’s ticket…at least until you feel better. I sure hope that it is very soon.
Hello November! Just seven more days…seven more days until our long, national nightmare is over.
God I hope so!
Today I have seen several smart thinking people share their early votes and, well, I’m not so sure about them anymore. Write in the name of Senator McCain, your cat, your child, Mickey Mouse or anyone for President and well you are basically writing in a vote for Donald Trump…and likely the guarantee of the Zombie Apocalypse. Thank you for wasting your vote!
Well, at least I have my Zombie Apocalypse buddy.
Y’all are on your own.
I’m with Her because I’m for her.
Seven more days…VOTE!
Perhaps I should apologize for inserting a Nickelback ear worm into this blog post when I say to you to look at this photograph.
Every time I do it makes me laugh.
These three! These three as they are right now so perfectly captured in an awkward stop what you are doing right now kids and let me take your picture!
Love these three…especially because they do make me laugh.
When FaceTiming with your grand girl, Hazel, you discover that some things she won’t do just because you ask her to…even if you are her Papa-Papa (so good the grandkids have named you twice). No, sorry even when you ask your grand girl to give her mommy a wet willy. Sure, it’s your thing but you aren’t there at that very moment. So, because she needs it and deserves it, you call on your grand girl to do the deed for you and…
How much will you pay me?
Yes, she did just ask that. Sorry. You might be Papa-Papa but Hazel Faye knows there is a cost and you must pay. So, Papa-Papa, how much?
I’ll give you five dollars.
Okay, six. I will pay you six dollars.
How do I know that you won’t have the money the next time I see you?
This kid is good!
Papa-Papa grabs and envelope, writes Hazels name on it in bold letters, places the money into the envelope and seals it. Then he holds it up to the iPhone camera for Hazel to see.
There! Now do it!
She laughs. Her mother rolls her eye that clearly says, OMG, Dad!.
And, Hazel does.
Don’t spend my money!
She did check before visiting us to make sure her payment for services rendered was still there.
This kid is good!