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)

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Raspberry

This week you have grown to the size of a Raspberry.  This week you have two new things: eyelids and knees! Eyelids are very useful for sleeping at night, and knees are just perfect for crawling around from one place to another.  When you learn to crawl you will be able to start exploring the world around you.

This week I want to tell you more about your Mommy, or Momma.  That's what you'll call her, until you get to be a stubborn pre-adolescent and everything your Mommy says makes you roll your eyes and emit a sound like a broken siren.  It will sound sort of like "Ma-aaahmmm!.  Never mind that part of your life, though - it's a long way off and you have lots of time to practice that sound.

Back to Mommy... everyone out here calls her Sarah.  She got that name for her zero'th birthday, after she grew inside me the same way you are growing inside her.  It works kind of like Russian nesting dolls, but way more fun!  She is a truly lovely woman, inside and out.  You could not have picked a better person's body to grow inside of.  She is healthy, kind-hearted, smart, and just as sweet as a Cotton Candy Cloud.  Your Daddy loves your Mommy because she is so special, and that kind of love is why you are growing!

You may wonder what Cotton Candy is.  Children everywhere like to eat this magical treat, and I'm sure you'll be no exception.  It looks fluffy like clouds in the sky (where your Daddy goes to work sometimes) and soft as cotton (like your cozy pajamas).  When you put it on your tongue, it melts into wonderful sweetness.  You can't find it everywhere.  It is made only in special places, like the Great State Fair of Texas, for example.  Sometimes people try and get it from a grocery store where they have pushed the fluffs down inside a bag.  Don't bother with that, my little Raspberry.  You have to actually watch the cottony cloud coming to life inside a big machine that spins a sugary magic wand round and round, building up a fluffy wad the size of a balloon.

Don't worry! Your grannies, grandpas, aunts and uncles will make sure you get to eat some of the real stuff, and all the other wonderful things you can get at the State Fair, as soon as you are big enough.


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