Grandchillas Sprocket and Evo

 

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 mean, 

I was in a store and saw their 

favorite treats....

raisins.

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.

What???

There are bad raisins?

Sold for human consumption???

Yep!

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

had survived.  

Back in the day seat belts were for 

sissies....let alone car seats.

Thankfully the law was on our side

for this one! 

LOL

I mean...

Warren still has a scar on his

forehead from his 

wild unseatbelted days.

Scary, I tell ya.

How in the world did we survive????

So...

I am officially in training.

And I love my Grandchillas.

I can hold them, 

pet 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.

Sigh....

that is so sweet.

Hey Mikey!

Let me know when they run out

of sweets. 

I want to load them up!!!