We couldn't have been any happier when our first grandchild was born in 1998. He was born wiggling and kicking his legs, with his eyes wide open, taking everything in. Once he learned to crawl, it was all she wrote. He was soon walking and running. One day, we were going to keep him and it began to rain. He ran outside before I could catch him. I finally caught up and told him "You're going to get pneumonia!" He looked at me and said, "Monia?" That changed to Monie and that is how I got my Grandma name!
Grandkids say the funniest things. I went outside to get something from my car. Our grandson looked out the window and said "She sure does have little feet for such a large lady!" Ouch!
Two years after our grandson came along, we were blessed with our first granddaughter. She is the quiet type, but when you least expect it, she has you on the floor laughing. She and I were outside to water flowers. It had been a hot day and some of my flowers looked wilted and sad. She asked me what was wrong with them and I tried to explain that the plants were dying, so I needed to give them more water. Later that evening, I was trying to get undressed so I could put on pajamas. Somehow, kids know when you want to be alone. (We need to figure out how they do that and give it to our soldiers and Marines. That way, they could sneak up on the enemy completely unexpected!) Anyway, I'm taking off my bra and Addie walks into the room. I'm trying to cover up, but she's standing there, staring. I tried to act it was no big deal and she says "Monie, I think your boobs are dying." Yes, my "girls" are no longer perky. They are wilted and sad.
Oh, woe is me. And Monie is my name.
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