When Grammy Came to Stay.

...she made homemade coffee icecream because it's Kaden's and my favorite...

and we ate it all up.

She says that "Mama's are in charge of nutritious and Grammy's are in charge of delicious."
I said, "That sounds about right."

When Grammy came to stay she saw that my tomatoes were going gangbusters and she was worried that I might get overwhelmed when they become fully ripe...so she made me green tomato pickles and did all the work herself.

She said: "I'm very particular about how I make my pickles. I like them done just so."
I said: "I have three hoolies. Nothing is ever perfect anymore."
She said: "Just the same, I'll make these for you, Dear."

To prove my point, we lost power in the middle of making our big batch, so we had to finish out on our camp stove.

She was less than impressed.
I assured her we would love them.

When Grammy came to stay, she brought a loaf of homemade bread, a huge bag of plums, extra groceries, AND she bought pizza and breadsticks for supper.

She said: "I remember what it was like being a young mother of three and entertaining company."
I said: "You're my Marmie. You are NOT company."
She said: "I'm still buying pizza."

When Grammy came to stay, she told the boys to get in bed with her in the morning "so we don't wake up Mama." She read them stories, taught them poetry, and brought them a five pound bag of their favorite candy.

I said: "Holy Hannah."

She said: "the boys need jackets on outside because it's fall."
I said: "They're always sweaty."

She laughed at the salamanders on the table.
I scolded: "Get them outside!"

I reprimanded their burps at the table.
She said: "They're such nice boys!"

At rest time, I sent them off with snacks and soft music.
She said: "Please, just one more story?"

When Grammy came to stay, three little boys and one Mama got spoiled rotten.
And the three little boys would love if Grammy stayed forever...