seven more days

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!

Truly.

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!

look at this photograph

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.

you gotta pay

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.

Hmmm….

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!.

Do it!!!

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!

 

sprinkling stardust

Today lunch with my grand girl, Hazel Faye. A last minute invite but a special invite all the same because it is Hazel inviting me to lunch at school.

I can eat chicken nuggets or fingers or bites…better yet, school cafeteria style pizza. I can do this because I can literally do all things if one or both my grand babies are part of the all things.

Except…

Apparently you can bring lunch for the both of you to share, or there is “stupid hot lunch” (her words) or her mom making lunch.

Clearly stupid hot lunch or brown bagged lunch prepared with her Mommy’s own two hands is not good enough, not nearly good enough for Mima.

Heh.

My grand girl is no dummy. She might get some of that from me. She very likely gets a lot of that from her Mommy.

Me, I’m easily influenced by a lovely, blond, gap-toothed, tall 3rd grader.

Lunchables, juice boxes, sliced apples with caramel and yogurt dip all packed into my green bag. The rest of the grandparents brought Happy Meals, KFC and Dominos Pizza.

Whatever!

I’m THAT grandparent.

Hazel did not seem to mind. In fact she gladly invited her classmates whose grandparents were unable to attend to join us. She gets her tender heart from me…and her Mommy, and her Dad, and her aunties and uncle and her Papa, and her other grandparents.

And after lunch…

Obvious and logical choice. Strong work PTA!

But the reward is priceless.

Priceless.

Moments like these I want us both to remember forever.

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.

~ Alex Haley

the sweet and the bitter

My social media timeline today reminds me that it is a big day in the life of many people I know because,

yes, Back to School season continues. This time today with these two.

You heard me!

These TWO!

BOTH of these girls.

BOTH OF THEM!

I look at this 8 year old before she enters into her third grade classroom thinking how can she possibly look so much more mature than an 8 year old…I mean I certainly did not look this confident and self assured and all I choose to remember of my own 3rd graders was how they were all elbows and knees with a smudge of dirt or breakfast on their chin that somehow missed my inspection on the first day of school. How could Hollie and Ben possibly allow this little girl to grow up so fast?

And then,

You guys!

The only positive thing I can say might be hurray for a November birthday and the state law of 5 years old by September 1st because, you guys!!!

Time is passing faster and faster y’all. I can’t make it stop. I’m just going to hold on as tight as I can while I can.

Happy school year my darling grand girls! Mima loves you with all her hearts!

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

E. A. Bucchianeri