Children and their Children or the Grandest of the Grand

Grandchildren are a Joy and a Blessing.
Grandchildren are all wonderful.
Grandchildren are all beautiful.
Grandchildren are all intelligent.

BUT MINE IS THE BEST OF THE BEST OF THE BEST!
just ask me, I'll tell ya!

I can not think of any other person, place or thing that leaves me without the vocabulary to describe.
Maybe this is a first grandchild high but it just about fills my heart to overflowing and then some.
I am a Piper hog. I monopolize every second she is in Texas. (She lives in Arkansas) I don't share well, if at all. Not even with my husband, her doting Grandpa.

I begrudge every minute that someone else has with her. What is happening to me? I've never, ever been a jealous person. Never had that great green-eyed monster darken the edges of my mind until now. Now I don't want her to leave my sight. She is one year and one day old and she has such a firm, solid grasp on her Grand mama that it scares me.

I don't understand when this fearsome force entered my life and took control of my every waking moment. And, truth be told, every sleeping moment because I think I hear her over, and over, and over, all night long! What do I think I'm going to do if I ever really hear her at night? Barge into my DS and DDIL's bedroom and snatch her from them? That will not be allowed, by my standards or theirs. She is their child and I have NO RIGHT ACTING THIS WAY!

But I can't seem to stop. I tell my husband that I'm going to behave and not carry her around, or take her out of other loving arms but I just don't do it. I don't even realize that I'm doing the snatching monopolizing thing at all. I just follow her around and act the fool.

I guess that's just what Grandparents do. Or maybe this is a fleeting thing and it will pass sooner or later. Either way...

DON'T
UNDER
ANY
CIRCUMSTANCES
GET
BETWEEN
PIPER
AND
ME!

It could be hazardous to your health and well-being.

Blah Humbug

I guess it's just that time of year....the time for the BLAHS! Every year at Christmas we all miss someone/something that we love/loved. We all face the same empty spot/place/cavernous void. Usually we moan/groan and pretend that the spot is in our wallet/budget. We bemoan the fact that we do not have all the $$ that we crave/need to fill that vast emptiness. But the real emptiness is from a person/thing that is gone from our lives albeit physically/emotionally/spiritually.

I flit from bouncy to blah just by a phone call/memory/not so well thought out comment from a spouse. It doesn't take much to get me spinning from one to the other. I try to stay upbeat/happy but sometimes the force of BLAHNESS is just too powerful. It can wrap it's furry tentacle around my happy mood in a heartbeat.

I don't know why I believe that BLAHS have furry tentacles but in my mind BLAHS are like land based Octopi. They are similar in shape but are furry like a childs soft toy octopus. However, they have the requisite slimy suckers on the soft underside of their very fuzzy tentacles. They also come in fun colors, made to mix/match to suit your needs. Purple for the really down/dejected among us. Pink for the ones missing their sisters/mothers/daughters/female friends. Blue for they that miss their brother/father/son/male friends. Green for those bemoaning the Earth's impending doom. Match the ribbon/bracelet to the Octopi. They also exist in multi-colored hues. Each tentacle can be colored to match the corresponding dismal dejection.

When I'm feeling the lonely/down hearted/dejected I just picture my dejection octopus. Right now it has a black body/blue fuzzy tentacles/red slimy suckers. It is pulsing with power. Angry at my need for it's existance. Ready to be on it's way. I watch as it grows larger/stronger. With each pulse it's colors glow. My mind makes it grow as large as a mans head. Then I pick it up and heave it onto that "not so celebral" spouses head!

And my mood instantly changes! He looks awfully silly with a black/blue/red Octopus sitting on his head like an ill fitting hat. Those red slimy suckers slurping onto his face, giving him little round hickeys which will turn into black/blue bruises soon! When I feel that he has suffered enough, I pull the tentacles off his head. Whistle a happy tune and put away my Octopus for another day.