This post is adapted from my other site (HERE).  I wanted to include it here, because when Boy was little, he loved this meal. It’s cold, y’all.  How cold is it?  (relative, Northerners, relative!) Cold enough to make Chicken and Dumplings! Let the pictorial begin (I feel it necessary to express how much I hate …

I checked my email first thing this morning and BAM! there in my in-box, from Mrs. Girl, were instructions on how to get to the hospital when the time comes for FB* to be born. It gave me a thrill.  This thing is gettin’ real, y’all. Not that it isn’t already, but you know how …

Two well-trusted friends clued me in and have nothing but high praise for Fat Brain Toys. #1: LOVE the name. #2: LOVE the name! As an educator-at-heart and lifelong self-learner, Fat Brain Toys appeal to my desire to share toys that serve more than one purpose, ie play.  Yesyesyes, play is important (ahem, Mrs. Tucker …

Getting in shape to be a grandparent is kinda like getting in shape for a half-marathon: * Takes planning  – What will you be called? * Takes eating right – Gotta build stamina for horsey rides. * Takes a sense of humor – Some days you’ll get a little poop on ya (that’s just wrong). …

NOOOOOOOOoooooo! This was my internal reaction when Boy casually told me of his future plans to move out-of-state -someday- and take my future grandchild with him. NOOOOOOOOOOoooooo! My outward reaction was a bit more muted, but nevertheless sad/disappointed/and starting the grieving process. It’s bad enough that Boy and Mrs. Boy live 4.5 hours away, but …

One of our all-time favorite books given as a gift when Boy was just our tiny bunny, was Love You Forever by Robert Munsch. ~ A gentle reminder: OMT! uses Amazon referral links. When you do your shopping through the Amazon links on this page, you support the blog at no cost to yourself. It’s …

This is what being a grandparent is all about: finding the coolest stuff to spoil our grands. Fine.  It’s not totally what being a grandparent is all about, maybe not even close, but it rates BIG in my spoil-them-rotten-to-get-even book.  I fully acknowledge I’m still new at this, but lookie what I found: [source] Here’s …

Oh Dear Readers, I’m going to be a grandmother.  Me.  The gal who cusses like a sailor, shoots guns, runs marathons, yells at the Crazy Bitches of Whatever City at Bravo, is mortified by Honey Boo Boo but still manages to watch, eats candy like a 12-year-old, snorts while laughing and finds fart jokes immensely …