When our five-year-old grandson is here for the day (as he was today), he’s always anxious for the male members of the family to show up at end of day. He looks forward to playing video games (XBOX) with our oldest grandson … and he can’t wait for my Beloved to arrive home so they can “drive” the big white truck (a Ford F150) together. The child hops onto his granddad’s lap and they motor around our 3+ acre lot. (The other grandchildren are equally thrilled when they’re given opportunity to get behind the wheel.)
If this little guy were allowed to drive a truck like the one pictured above, I think he’d be more than pleased to give it a try! He has been interested in vehicles since he was a baby. The other day he showed me one of his Matchbox cars, which I immediately identified as a fire truck (it was red, had a fireman insignia painted on the side) and he respectfully (but adamantly) corrected me: “It’s actually a tanker truck.” (Yes, he uses the word actually.) Continue reading “Don’t Move Me, Bro!”→
When we woke up this morning, it was not to the sounds of an alarm clock. Three-year old V. opened our bedroom door and announced, “It’s seven o’clock. Time to get up!” (I have to admit, it was actually seven thirty. All this recent focus on the cuckoo clock has provided her with a sense of time, but no accuracy yet.)
As to timing and accuracy, the Razorbacks enjoyed both last night in their win at the Texas Bowl. While some sports columnists seemed blasé about Razorback Nation’s 31-7 win, others described it as a “beatdown” with Arkansas clearly dominating Texas. My daughter and her husband enjoyed the festivities and (as always) calling the Hogs. #WPS Continue reading “Granny Style”→
Last week, my daughter-in-law (DIL) scoffed at me. She suggested I had a monumental challenge ahead of me this week: watching three of my grandchildren while their parents traveled to Houston to attend the Texas Bowl. (The game takes place this evening, beginning at 8 p.m.) With her usual candor, DIL asked, “How are you going to handle three little ones?”
When my DIL threw down this gauntlet (as it were), of course I defiantly scoffed back. I reminded her I mothered four children under the age of eight. These three children, ages 9, 7 and 3, could hardly be as difficult, I assured her. (Naturally, I’d never admit to her my high level of anticipatory stress – she doesn’t read my blog! – but I won’t deny it here. I was concerned. One never knows how even the most relaxed children might panic at ten p.m. when it’s finally apparent they’re not going home!)
An unexpected treat today … the T-town grandchildren have come over to play! Since we have a granddaughter preparing to celebrate her third birthday tomorrow, being part of the celebration was a pleasure we didn’t want to miss. So instead of ranting on one subject or another, I shall pictorially “rave” over these delightful little ones.
Granddaughter and I went “shopping” this afternoon at a vintage market. She found a pair of fancy gold lamé heels and a small handbag (with a tortoise shell closure) to her liking. Before we could get the purchases home, she had removed her tennis shoes and slipped on the heels and begged money (pennies) for the handbag. Here’s a picture of this little beauty. Check out those gold open-toe shoes; she actually has them on the wrong feet. The birthday is officially tomorrow, but she’ll likely take these fashion items to bed with her.
Then we have the three boys, G., T., and H. (who with his parents lives here temporarily). Do you know how difficult it is to get three boys to sit still and look nice for the camera?!!
Grandkids trump blogging every time. Just look at them! Would you writing … or playing cowboys and indians and dress-up? I’m choosing the latter.
Three delightful grandchildren from T-town are here for the weekend. “G.” has already helped me operate the complex television remote (he’s an electronic whiz), “T.” has built a handful of Lego vehicles and watched football (6 years old but he had to have a football game playing on tv) and two year old “V.” just does what she can to keep up with her brothers.
Quiet chaos reigns!
Two thoughts for the day. The first is from Psalm 71:18 (ERV): “Now that I am old and my hair is gray, don’t leave me, God. I must tell the next generation about your power and greatness.”
The second thought is from Proverbs 17:6a (ERV): “Grandchildren are the pride and joy of old age.”
My hair is gray and I am older than my brain prefers to believe … but I am truly blessed.