A Few of My Favorite Females

My first-born grandchild.
Growing up too fast!










My last-born grandchild (so far)
Also, growing too fast!










Happy Birthday #2, Katlyn!
(my great-niece)







Happy 'belated' Birthday,
Jane and Bev!
(me and my GNO buddies -
Jane, me, Terri, and Bev)





Happy Birthday, Grandma Faye!
(Hubby's grandma)
93 Years Young Today!









Bev, again.
(at the theater last week)






Yesterday, my first-born granddaughter had a big, first event. She’s now a babysitter in her own right, no longer just grandma’s assistant babysitter. True, it’s only for an hour after school on Mondays, and she’s not exactly alone (she’s watching two younger boys, one and three years old, while their mom helps the older two with homework). But, she feels very grown up. Her growing up is a little bittersweet for me. Time is passing so quickly. She’ll be in middle school next year. Middle school! It doesn’t seem so long ago that her mom was in middle school. She’s hoping to play a flute in the school band. Her mom did that too but lost interest in it before high school. Those were the years she started losing interest in a lot of things (but I won’t go there). Middle school is hard on kids, I think. Anyway…Aunt S. is loaning granddaughter one of her three flutes. She will try out for a flute position on April 17. I’m not sure how beginning band students try out for instruments they’ve never played, but none the less… From the letter we received, I’m guessing they are going to encourage some children to play a different instrument than the one they signed up for. I’ll just put that one in God’s hands and not worry about it. She’s also taking the TAKS Math Test today. Another important test to pass!

The youngest granddaughter had a first event, as well, two nights ago. She said her bedtime prayer all by herself without our normal, repeat after me, format. The prayer went like this, “Dear, Jesus, help me go to sleep tonight. God bless Mommy, and Daddy, and Sissy, and my broder (brother), etc. (it was a long list, I’ll spare you). Amen.” At the end of her prayer, because the list had finally ended, I felt inclined to say, “Thank you, Lord.” “You’re welcome, she replied. “Noooo!” I laughed. “I’m thanking Jesus.” “Oh,” she said. “You’re welcome, Jesus.” I wonder sometimes what kids understand about God. I remember when my oldest granddaughter was about three, she pointed to the pastor one day during church service, “Grandma, is that Jesus?” “No, but he tells us all about Jesus. Jesus is in heaven and in our hearts.” She always loved to hug the pastor after church. It’s as if she understood somehow that he was exuberated with God’s love. Now, she’s too shy to run up to him and give him a big hug like she used to but she manages to get a small one from him now and then.

More quotes from the three year old:

“Papaw, will you talk to grandma and tell her I have a cape on?” (I was working on the computer and managed to tune out her endless chatter – I know that’s awful but don’t worry, she will not be ignored! I thought that was a pretty smart solution to getting my attention, and without whining! We thought it was hilarious.)

“My face is in my eyes.” Translation: My hair is in my eyes.

“See this muscle? That’s why I’m strong.” (spoken after she pulled a full gallon of milk out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter - as I hold my breath)

I love my grandchildren so much!