On Being A Grandma - Little Things Mean A Lot!

                       Little Things Mean A Lot

Some days the news is very large and good, some days the news is large and not so good, some days little thing aggravate and grate on our nerves.

But on some days 'little things mean a lot'. That's how it's been for the past several days.

Bella, on a mission!

Thanksgiving Dinner tables all set, at Kimberley's 

Barrett, with his Dad's hockey stick

Bob, Krista, Bella & 'moi'.

Logan, being calm and happy!

1. Brandon (19) won out over 200 people for a job that was only awarded to 2 people.

2. Brooke (6), his sister, won an award from her school principal for befriending a fellow student who was alone in the playground at recess.

3. Cole (3) told his parents he had to pee, then with his Dad, went into the bathroom and did just that, keeping his pull-ups dry.

4. Blake (16) and Logan (8) overcame their anxieties about loud noises, even though their little cousins were scampering around like little squirrels, laughing and squealing, therefore, all went well at our Thanksgiving dinner.

5. Bella (2) ran into my arms at the airport, when we recently went out to visit  with her parents and her.

6.  Barrett (3) was using his Dad’s hockey stick to play ball hockey in his basement with his cousin, who had a little plastic hockey stick, and no one was injured.

7. Kim and Danny, Kerry and Karen took over the preparation and hosting of  Thanksgiving dinner for me, when I was sick with a bad cold, allowing me to better enjoy the day.

8. Krista being generous, and flying us out, to visit with them in Ft MacMurray.

On Being a Grandma Oct 17, 2011

I’ve been a little negligent in my blogging lately. So here goes...back at it again. We had all the family out for Thanksgiving dinner. There were 14 of us in all. Getting a meal to the table and hot, all at the same time can be a challenge. But we all managed to get some, apple cider/wine, turkey, ham, potatoes, squash, vegetables, rolls, pickles, and a   slice of pie (lemon meringue, pumpkin with whipped cream, hot apple with ice cream) along with tea and coffee.

I was so busy trying to spend time with them all, that I only managed one picture of a few of the youngest family members there.

Cole, Barrett, Logan at their little table for Thanksgiving dinner. (Dads and brother at big table)

    

Then, I was asked by one daughter to take school type photos, of her two boys. (She thought I had more patience than the school photographer.) I don’t know, but that too, was a challenge with the youngest one. He’ll sit for only a few minutes, then, he’s done. So we ended up doing several sessions with him to even get him to look in the direction of the camera. Here’s a sample of the finished products.

Blake

Logan

 My other daughter had some meetings on Sunday, so I was able to spend some time with her two youngest that day. They are little tumble bunnies, too. The little guy wants to see himself in the camera, almost before I get in a second shot. So that is a challenge. But I did manage to get a couple of them in between their antics.

Barrett

Brooke

I love having a grandson I can call to our rescue! But being 18 years old, he, no doubt, had better things to do that day, but was kind enough to come out, when Grammie's call sounded so desperate. He was a great help for his grandfather to get the job done. I did not get any photographs of that. I was more than happy to have him help, so, I was not about to put a camera on him.

And, as a Grandma, some weeks are just like that.

Catherine