Message to New Grannies, Grandmas, Meemaws, etc.

Fellow Grannies-to-be, pull up a rocker and let's talk. Veteran grannies, you can come here to mentor us 'noobs' through all the inner-conflict that comes along with the transition . We're entering this next life-stage, one that brings with it all the pitfalls and perils of societal ageism, at a point in life where we're still clinging to the hope of keeping up with technology, fitting into sexier jeans, and battling the relentless pull of gravity.

I say there's no need to fear grandparent-hood! Together we can enhance the perception of this phase, and embrace the image of instant wisdom that comes with the Grandtitle.

I stared this blog for my soon-arriving-granddaughter, who's impending arrival is an enormous thrill! But I'm also here to swap stories, and present some good ole' fashioned How-To and DIY stuff I've picked up along the way - mostly from fellow rocker-jockeys around the web. There's a wealth of wisdom and wit to share from generations of Grannies and Great-Grannies who came before me, most notably:
~ Maow, aka Mickey Maow
~ Mimmaw Kron
~ Mimmaw Hale
~ Gran-Molly
~ Granny Clampett (TV Granny, circa 1962 - 1970-ish)

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Grape

You are about the size of a grape this week, a little bigger than a raspberry but not quite a kumquat.  You are starting to look like a tiny person, with little fingers and no more tail.  Isn't that funny, to think you started out with a tail?  Your dog Apollo would like it if you kept yours too.  That way the two of you could have a happy tail wagging contest.

Apollo is a fine specimen of dog-hood.  Your Mommy and Daddy adopted him as a little puppy a couple of years before you started growing.  He has shiny black fur, just right for your little goo-covered fingers to grab hold of.  He has long legs for fast running, and a long nose for sniffing.  He is a very handsome fellow, my grand dog.  I am sure he will work hard to guard you against little dangers while you two are having adventures.  But don't expect that he'll protect you in a thunder storm because he's a bit of Frady Cat when there's thunder around.

You don't have to worry though, because there is another dog in your house called Scout.  She will be like your Granny Dog and she is not afraid of storms.  She is also black, and has so much fur that she looks like a horizontal Wookie.  (You may not know what a Wookie is yet, but you can Google it almost as soon as you come out. Babies these days are very advanced and may even be born with texting thumbs. Not like those of us who are granny-aged and can only Google things with our pointing fingers.)  Anyway, Scout will just want to lick you.

I am sorry you didn't get to meet Angel.  She was a very weird little dog that your Mommy grew up with since she was a young girl.  Your Mommy will have a lot of funny stories to tell you about Angel!  I know for a fact that she will show you a bahzillion pictures of Angel, because your Mommy loves (L O V E S) to take pictures.  In fact, I am sure she'll have even more pictures of you!

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