My Heart Melts
My Heart Melts: Courtesy of My Three Grandkids
I'm what many people would call a tough old bird. I don't hug friends and family each time I see them. I'm crass and say what I mean and mean what I say.
But my heart melts when it comes to my three grandkids. I know every grandparent thinks their grandchildren are the best. Of course! But for me, mine are the best. For me.
All three are smart, funny, easy going, and by golly, they like me! They really like me! (To borrow Sally Field's Academy Awards acceptance speech.)
All personal photos on this page by Peggy Hazelwood
Let Me Introduce You
I want to introduce my grandkids to you, but I'm a fairly private person. I want to protect their identities so will change their names and not show photos that would make them too recognizable.
Paranoid? Maybe. But I just want to keep them safe and sound.
First of all, my two children are the best. They gave me the best three grandchildren, after all.
My son and his wife have a boy and a girl: I'll call them Mister and Missy. My daughter in law is Chinese and my son speaks Chinese so two of my grandkids call me Popo (the Chinese word for paternal grandmother). It's pronounced (badly by me who does not know the tones well) like this: pau pau.
My daughter and her husband have one boy: Buster Brown From Out of Town. Buster calls me Momma Grandma. Can you guess what he calls his dad's mom?
My Heart Melts When They Ask If I Can Fix Bacon
I love bacon, and I knew my grandkids would too. I have made bacon for them more times than not when they come to visit me.
My children, health conscious parents that they are, don't fix bacon very often, if ever, for their children. And those children happen to be my grandchildren, who happen to love bacon. See, I told you they would!
One time my son was watching a show with my oldest two grandkids (yes, they also happen to be his kids) and they mentioned on the show that grandmas sometimes fix something to eat special just for grandkids. Then they asked if your grandmother makes something special for you to eat.
My granddaughter said, "Popo fixes us bacon."
Smart, Clever, and Can Cross Stitch!
Mister is Clever
I really do call my grandson "Mister," as in "Come on, Mister, let's go" and "Hello, Mister." Stuff like that.
Once my daughter in law, Mister, Missy, and I were leaving the Phoenix Ikea store. It was surprise, surprise, a hot day. A soft mist of water was lightly spraying down on us from the misting system as we went outside.
Mister said, "Hello, Misters!"
Missy is Crafty
Missy Loves to Craft with Me
My granddaughter sweetly asks if we can make a bracelet or a necklace or paint or any of the other numerous crafts we do when she visits. We recently painted some clothespins, glued on a felt fin, and made mermaids.
She loves to try new crafts and so do I. Someone once said, I like making earrings but you have to make two. I agree. Once I've made something, I'm ready to try something new. So when she wants to try new things, you know what happens: my heart melts.
My Heart Melts When Buster Does His Funny Stuff
Buster Brown Is All Boy
Recently Buster Brown was in town, and he put the decorative ladder on top of this car and drove around the yard. He's always doing funny things and saying funny things and making us laugh.
Yep, my heart melts.
Do Your Grandkids Make Your Heart Melt? - I Bet They Do!
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