Random acts of children…

The girls have known for a while that they had a little brother on the way. The date and time had been chosen, so the girls were going to stay with us while their little brother entered this world. The date and time meant that they would miss a little school/daycare, but Aunt May still had school and Pepaw still had to go to work. Two rounds of breakfast is enough, so I copped out. I gave in to their “Reeses Puffs dreams” and bought some freaking cereal (yeah, bad memaw you think, but hey, even us memaws need a cop out now and then.)

Since the girls were missing the most important days of the school year, you know the holiday parties, in addition to the evils of cereal, I also bought sugar, brown sugar, and flour (oh the horrors). After my purchases, I pulled out and dusted off the ole cooky press and set out planning for spritz as a baking lesson that was just party-like enough to keep them from whining about missing the festivities at school.

Sweet baby Cam and I picked the girls up on Sunday afternoon. Ever the conversationalist, Diamond sat shotgun. We talked about where were Aunt May and Pepaw, and what we were going to be doing. I told her about cooky making and she was especially excited, “Chocolate chip cookies?” she asked, and I said “no, shapes, like Christmas cookies”. “I really like chocolate chip”, so I told her we’d make both.

Eventually we got to talking about school and how she likes school but the kids laugh at her. Imagine this beautiful little girl being picked on, I asked her why would the kids laugh at her, they must be jealous. “Oh no Memaw, they aren’t jealous, they laugh at me because I have a memaw”. She told me. “They have grandmas” she added. Since Diamond not only has a memaw, but she also has a “grandma”, a “grandmother”, a “mimi”, and so on with extended family, I told her that now I knew for sure they were jealous because I know she’s got a “Grandma” and me, they were jealous because they didn’t have a memaw.

Turns out nobody has memaws and “nobodys not supposed” to have memaws, kids should only have grandmas. (Dem dare kids are gonna light my fuse, I tell ya) Anyways, I told her about how their Aunt Lori is also their friend’s memaw and we went on to talk about how Aunt May played her saxophone in the Christmas parade.

The first thing they noticed upon arrival was that “Oh! Memaw got Reeses Puffs!” “Thank you Memaw can we have cereal for dinner?” (um, no!)

Since Lovely and Faith had slept through the over the river and through the woods conversation, I asked Lovely if the kids laugh about her having a Memaw. She said “No, I keep it a secret.”

Had I known that being a “memaw” would be making them subject of ridicule, I would have insisted they call me “grandma” like they call their grandma, but I never would have dreamed this outcome.

Anyways, being a Memaw takes special skills (read good freaking luck lol) and I ended up showing them a picture I took of Cam’s memaw during the Christmas parade.

Super sweet huh? They should have driven her in the parade, not just parked on the sidelines.

Super sweet huh? They should have driven her in the parade, not just parked on the sidelines.

I don’t know if telling them that even Cam has a memaw made them feel any better about having a memaw or if it just gave them a good giggle, they haven’t talked about the down side of “memaws” since right after we got here.

Since the late night dance party didn’t end until I about blew a fuse at 3:00 am Monday morning, only Diamond got up early. It was too early to make the cookies, so we just prepped for them. By the time the other girls got up, she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t feel like helping.

Not many green trees. Stupid cooky press I haven't used in forever!

Not many green trees. Stupid cooky press I haven’t used in forever!

Lovely and Faith ended up eating a crapload of mistakes before I could scrape the dough off the pan and get it back in the press. By the time we got around to the blue snowflakes, we had the hang of it. The girls did not consume any raw blue cooky dough, but they thoroughly enjoyed the green.

Pink wreaths. Not flowers. Wreaths.

Pink wreaths. Not flowers. Wreaths.

The cookies ended up being a success. The girls had fun, and by Tuesday, Diamond felt better and got to try them herself.

Today’s plan is to make the chocolate chip cookies, when ever the lazy bums who stay up half the night wake up. Diamond and I have been up all morning, keeping this house cleaned (lol) while those lazy bums sleep all day. again.

Most likely, they will wake up and want Reeses Puffs, just like Diamond did. They’ll probably wait a good ten minutes after eating to ask me to make them some bacon or eggs, they’re still hungry, just like she was and they all have been each morning. Turns out cereal wasn’t a cop-out after all, I’m preparing four different breakfasts now.

Whattaya know, Memaw is also a psychic, they’re up demanding the cereal. Guess I’d better get the griddle going again so we can get straight to cooky making after breakfast fixed number 5…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Random acts of children…

  1. Shannon, Your very blessed to have grandchildren and you sounds so blessed and proud of them. I don’t seem myself being a grandmother anytime in the future. Both my kids 21 and 23 are happy to be on there own and have never had partners. I must admit I have never desired to be a grandparent but since I had a milestone birthday dare I say it my thought pattern is slowly changing. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas with all your family and friends.

  2. Five breakfasts! Ouch. And I lament about two! That is crazy about those kids and “memaw.” I know some kids with a “memaw.” (Not us. We’re “Granny” and “Grandma here. I’m already thinking about what I want to be called…)

    • This morning, I may get by with three, skipping the cereal all together. The early riser seems content with her sausage and bacon, wasn’t hungry ten minutes later. The other two, though they were snoozin’ by ten, are still snoozin’.

      I guess with school uniforms and all, the bully kids have to think outside of the box for their antics, if only they could use their “thinking” in a more productive manner the teachers and good kids would have a better school experience.

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