School Days!

Well this coming Monday is the beginning of a new school year in The Burg.  The University of Central Missouri begins classes and I begin watching my wee grand girls once again. Am I ready?  Well, it depends what perspective you take.  I think I’ll take God’s perspective and just love on them.  It’s theContinue reading “School Days!”

What Uma’s Do

It is now my summer time.  It actually started about two weeks ago.  The university is pretty quiet now and I don’t have my sweet grand girls five days a week.  I am still adjusting to the quiet and the freedom to stay in my pjs for hours. The girls did come over for a fewContinue reading “What Uma’s Do”

Love Is Stronger Than Snot

For those who know, I care for our two grand daughters while our son and lovely wife attend university full time.  Finals are over and we all collapsed yesterday. A very busy semester just ended.  This past week our little Penny June (eighteen months), AKA \, came down with a cold.  Kids tend to hateContinue reading “Love Is Stronger Than Snot”

Road Trip!

Two weeks ago my husband and I plopped ourselves in the back seat of our son’s car.  Road Trip!  We were heading to the east coast, a two day drive.  We were greeted with, “Are you ready?  Let’s go!”, spoken by our lovely two year old grand daughter, Lucy.  She was so excited.  Of courseContinue reading “Road Trip!”

Don’t Call Me Grandma

I’m a grandmother.  Three of my grandchildren call me Uma.  The fourth one calls me Mammy.  Call me anything but Grandma.  I think that is because my grandmother, the one I knew, was old.  Times were different.  Most grandparents were older than they are now, when I was a kid.  Even the styles were older. Continue reading “Don’t Call Me Grandma”

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

It seems like the simplicity of the “Happy Days” (aka the 50’s) is gone. We called our Grandmother, Grandma. Grandfather, Grandpa. My kids called their Grandmother, Grandma and Grandfather, Grandpa. My first 3 grandchildren call me Uma and their Grandfather, Pop-Pop. The other side of the family is Nana and Grampy. Second son and hisContinue reading “What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”