Monday, October 16, 2017

Sleepover at Grandma's

Some weekends are routine. Some are filled with busy-ness. Some are spent alone and some are spent with friends and family. Some are quiet and some are loud. Mine are spent in front of the television during football season because it's football season and I love all football- college and NFL. But this weekend was even better than that.

I spent my weekend with this little nugget. It was part of my gift to her mommy whose birthday was Saturday. That's right, she had the birthday, I got the gift.



And my goodness but she was busy. How many tissues does it take to wipe the nose on a 15-month-old? An entire box. Can Y'all hear her say, "Thank you!"?

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And cute. She's just the cutest.



And busy. I mean she never stopped except for bed.



She read to me. Yes, I understood every word. Grandma's can do that.


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Even when the book was upside down. The talent this kid possesses! 


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We had loads of laughs.


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Because this kid is full of silliness.


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And that was my weekend!


How was your weekend?


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Saturday, October 14, 2017

Twenty-Nine

Someone has a birthday today! It's a milestone birthday. Well, it's a milestone as in this is the first and only REAL time she'll turn 29 so...

DD3/Lovely 3/Birdie/Baby M's mommy came into this world a patient, happy little bit of love. And grew up to have a daughter of her own in about the same amount of time it will take Y'all to look at the pictures in this post. 
































I am getting a gift for Birdie's birthday. I get to have Baby M overnight. I really did offer with unselfish intentions. Sort of. Ok, I wanted to have Baby M but I also wanted Birdie to enjoy the symphony and a full night of sleep so...

Happy Birthday, Birdie! Somebody loves YOU, it's ME!


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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Finding the Hodgepodge

Wednesdays seem to come around quickly, don't they? Fall will be over before we know it and we haven't had fall weather yet. That's just sad. Even sadder is if fall AND winter skip us again this year. It will be the 3rd year in a row. At least there's football, decorations, holidays, and grandchildren! 

Oh, and let's not forget---the HODGEPODGE! 


From this Side of the Pond
1. On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your sense of direction? 1= can't find my way out of a paper bag and 10=if I've been somewhere once I can find it blindfolded ten years later. I'm a big 'ol 1 on this one. And I have no idea how I ended up in the paper bag either. 

When was the last time you looked at/used a map you could hold in your hand? (phones don't count!) Not that long ago as there are 2 people in our family who REFUSE to use the phone for directions and love to yell at those of us who get confused when using 'real' maps. Oh, so less than 6 months ago. 

back east, down south, out west, up north

Choose one of these directional expressions and tell us why you chose it. Up north because I bet they're having real fall temps instead of more summer which is making people around here sick even though down south means home.

2. Did you do more talking or listening yesterday? Listening. Is that typical? These days, yes. Describe your yesterday in one word. Smiles. Because this:



Dimples, Y'all. 
And then, yesterday:


Y'all, I. Can't. Even. 

3. Time, money, water-power-resources, opportunity...which one on the list are you most guilty of wasting? I don't know... maybe opportunity because whether or not I take advantage depends on the opportunity. What might you do to change that? I don't think I want to, actually. Not every opportunity that knocks is for me so being picky in this is, I think, a good thing.  

4. Did your family take regular vacations when you were a kid? Yes! Tell us something you remember about a family road trip from your own childhood. I just re-posted about a camping trip complete with a haunted house on Monday. Y'all can read it HERE if you'd like.  

5. If you could grow anything you wanted, what would you grow? I thought of so many things and they were all selfish so I thought what do I really want and all I came up with is world peace. I know, call it cliche or whatever but how dang nice would world peace be? Why? Because of these two (and all the other children in the world):




However, if you're talking about things we actually grow in the dirt, I'm going with any kind of vegetable. I am the WORST vegetable gardener IN THE WORLD. Flowers? No problem. Veggies? Does. Not. Happen.
6. Insert your own random thought here. Yesterday, both grandbabies were at my house at the same time. I don't think I've ever had a more fulfilling day in my entire life. These two cousins are a bonded pair. I honestly believe that if anyone ever tries to do anything to Baby R, Baby M will clean their clock. She has as Mother said, laid claim to her baby cousin. 






Grandmothering is the absolute BEST, Y'all! The. Absolute. BEST!


Have a wonderful rest of the week!


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Monday, October 9, 2017

A Haunted Tale

If you think you've read this post before, you might have. It's a repost from 2011 and 2015. I know, I know. But it's such a funny...I mean, scary tale and it's October and that means Halloween and I don't have anything else written so... Enjoy!

Growing up, I loved weekend camping trips to the mountains. 

When I was growing up our family took the usual annual vacation to either the beach or the mountains but we also got to go camping sometimes just for the weekend.  These camping trips were so much fun and we always went to the mountains.  One weekend we went to a campground in a town where friends of our parents lived. It was only an hour or two away and one other family, with 3 boys, came with us. My parents friends had one son and a daughter much younger than any of us.  Basically, it was going to be a weekend of boys what with my three brothers as well which wasn’t a terrible thing as I was a tomboy. When we got to the campground it was practically deserted --as it was the off season—with only 3 campers in the whole place.  Not a problem since there were plenty of us to have fun and go exploring.  Once we were set up, our freaking hilarious wonderfully enlightening parents began spinning a tale of a haunted house on the campground road.  Of course, being kids, we were completely enthralled with the story and insisted that we go and take a look.  Funny that no one remembers the story now. But we all remember visiting the house.

There has never been a better haunted looking house.

Once we hit just the right spot in the dirt road, we saw the old house looming ahead on the left.  There has never been a better haunted looking house in a Hollywood movie. This place was two stories high with a widow’s walk on top. The siding was old and gray looking with some slats hanging down at an angle from the rusty old nails that could no longer hold them in place. There were steps leading up to a porch that spanned the front of the house. Several of the boards curved up at the edge of the steps and the porch and there were holes where the wood had given up and rotted away. There was a porch swing hanging at one end of the porch and it creaked, just a little, in the breeze. Most of the windows had been broken, leaving half panes of jagged glass and, those that were intact, were covered in a film of dust and age. Through the windows, we could see old, tattered curtains hanging limp. The walkway leading up to the wide steps was no longer level and was cracked in places with weeds growing up through them. The front yard was overgrown with weeds and dead bushes and was surrounded by an old, gray picket fence that swayed in places and had more leaning slats than straight up and down ones. To enter the walkway leading to the house, we had to pick the gate, that was hanging by only one rusted hinge, up and place it to one side. Several old trees that had already shed most of their leaves were on either side of the house reaching out with their spindly arms. It was coming on dusk; there was a slight breeze; and not a sound was heard other than the ever so slight creaking of the porch swing and the occasional rustling of dead leaves. 

My brother said, "I'm not scared, I'll go in."

There were seven of us kids altogether and we decided that perhaps going up to the door and going inside that house was not the best idea we’d ever had. We discussed this in quiet whispers all the while keeping our eyes sharply focused on the house. Finally, my brave brother, Tony, said- in his best 11-year-old manly voice, “I’m not scared, I’ll go in.” The rest of us stood statue still in a bit of shock at hearing his words and Tony had an expression on his face that clearly indicated he, too, was wondering who the hell said that. Mere seconds passed as my courageous brother realized that it was indeed his voice and that now, because of his big fat mouth impulsive bravery, he was going to have to go into the haunted house. His steps were shaky and slow as he proceeded up the worn path to the first step. He slowly and carefully placed one foot up on the step and looked back. We were all still standing there with wide eyes and opened mouths. Tony walked up each step with uncertainty and paused to look back again when he stood, nervously, on the porch. We had not moved a muscle. Tony took small, careful, baby steps all the way to the front door and stopped. He gingerly reached out his hand to open the old door. At that very moment that insignificant breeze that had caused only slight movement of the porch swing and a gentle (albeit creepy) rustling of the leaves became a wind. And that wind was strong enough to blow the curtain hanging at the broken windows. that ran vertically beside the front door, out just far enough to brush my brother’s arm.  

His feet didn't touch the ground as he spun and took off running!

My fearless brother
To this day I do not think that my fearless brother’s feet touched any part of that house or the earth as he spun around and took off! He was beside us and then past us within a millisecond and there was dust behind him as he flew down the dirt road. The expression on his face illustrated terror quite well with the eyes bugging out and the extreme paleness of his color. As soon as we realized what had happened (and it took a few seconds), we laughed hysterically- half from my brother’s reaction to the curtain and half from sheer relief. Of course we had to go off after him because he was running in the opposite direction of our campsites. Along the way we met our parents’ friends who were driving out to visit- complete with Tony on the hood of their car.      



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Friday, October 6, 2017

Cracking Under the Pressure

When I think about the moms who have such a terrible time when they finally have to face an empty nest I wonder if it's because these sweet souls have made their children the center of their universe. Can you imagine the pressure of being the center of one's universe?

If there's one place in the world I cannot stand to be it's in the middle. Of anything. Ever. The person in the middle does not have the easiest task because they are thrust into situations by other people for some ridiculous reason or another. I've had people be so clever about this that I didn't realize I was in the middle until I was in the middle. I've learned over the years to avoid the middle at all costs and to be brutally honest and tell everyone involved that I am not going to be in the middle any longer if it sneaks up on me. I just do not like being in the middle.

When we make someone the center of our universe we put them in the middle whether they like it or not. Suddenly, without their permission or knowledge, they are thrust into life with the responsibility of making our world spin or make sense. That's a huge responsibility for a kid. It's huge for anyone.

People who make their children the center of their universe do not realize the pressure they put on their kids. When the kids grow up and move on, they tend to shut out those parents because they simply have to get away from all that pressure.

I'm not saying we don't all miss our kids when they grow up and move out of the nest. We do. But there is a line between loving our kids and having strong relationships with them and codependency. I love my girls. I think they're the greatest daughters who have ever walked the face of the earth. When they left the nest I did have an adjustment period. I had all that time to fill and it took me some time to figure out how to fill it. But that was fun! I knew the girls were out living their own grown-up lives and I knew I had done my best to prepare them to do so.  Adjustment period? Sure. Missed them? Of course! But Y'all, I was so tired I think I was grateful to have a minute to myself. Raising four daughters is the best thing I've ever had the privilege to do. I loved every second and I was one of those moms who was involved in every aspect of their lives teaching them life skills through it all. But not so they could spin my world, so they could grow up and be able to spin their own worlds.

It is almost as if some people carry the thought, "I did all of this for you and you should do all these things for me because of it." Aren't we supposed to do for and give to others because we want to, out of the goodness of our hearts without expectation of return? If we do and give with the expectation of return, that's not really giving. I think that's called manipulation. It rarely works and when it does will almost certainly lead to rebellion when the person cracks under the pressure. They will distance themselves to save themselves.

I don't know anyone who likes being made to be the center of someone's universe. I've been in that position myself and I know it's not a good place. There is, quite often, a rebellion that takes place which can be nearly impossible to reverse. Resentment steps in and relationships are severed. Is it really worth it to make another person the center of our universe? IMO, no.

I know I seem to write about these poor moms but they are so sad, so devastatingly sad. I've never seen such sadness before and they are not being the least bit rational about it. I am still truly concerned and hope they come to some sort of realization combined with getting some professional help.

Taking care of ourselves is never a bad idea. Remembering we can be wonderful, loving, nurturing parents without making our kiddos the center of our universe is important. Knowing how to be focused on our children without becoming attached to them in an unhealthy, restrictive way is also important for everyone involved in the relationship. Our goal is to raise our children to become healthy, independent, well adjusted adults, right?

Have you ever been the center of someone's universe? Do you know someone who is or who does this? Please share your thoughts!






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