Perhaps it is because
so many of my friends have
become grandparents over the past
year or two.
I find myself looking forward
to the day
we have grandchildren of our own.
I don't wish for my children to become
parents until the time is right.
That is a given.
But, when Mikey used money received
at Christmas to purchase
chichillas I found myself
calling them my Grandchillas.
I was in a store and saw their
I told Warren
I had to get them for my Grandchillas.
It just slipped out.
He looked at me strangely
but a term was born.
I came home all excited and told
Mikey I had gotten the raisins.
He nearly burst my bubble by insisting
on reading the label to make sure
they were safe for his babies.
There are bad raisins?
Sold for human consumption???
But mine passed the test.
Preparation for days ahead when
the kiddos bring their kids over
with gobs of instructions to not
do all of those things that were
safely done with them.
I remember going through that
with our parents.
Dropping the kids off with car seats
and swim floaties.
Instructions about this and that.
Only to have them roll their eyes and
tell us that they had parented us and we
Back in the day seat belts were for
sissies....let alone car seats.
Thankfully the law was on our side
for this one!
Warren still has a scar on his
forehead from his
wild unseatbelted days.
Scary, I tell ya.
How in the world did we survive????
I am officially in training.
And I love my Grandchillas.
I can hold them,
feed them treats and
send them home.
To Mikey's room.
Where they keep him awake at
night chewing on the cage door
or running on their wheel.
that is so sweet.
Let me know when they run out
I want to load them up!!!