WALKER TALK: I LOVE TO SPOIL

Sunday, December 13, 2009

I LOVE TO SPOIL

My son-in-law Brad gives me a hard time about how there are no rules in my house for the grandchildren. I said to Carter one night, "no you can't do that, that's against the rules." Brad immediately said, "what rules, there are no rules at this house for them." I tell him that, that is my prerogative. I have paid my price as a parent and now I get to be a grandma and I get to make my own rules.

When I saw these pajamas I fell in love with them but couldn't afford them. When Christine and I were at the Carter's store the other day they had them for 60% off and so I couldn't resist any more. Besides the saying on them is so true.

I LOVE BEING A GRANDMA!!

7 comments:

Sharon said...: Lots of Laughs!! YES Grandma's should have NO RULES!! Love it!!!; December 14, 2009 at 11:12 AM
nathan n rachel said...: Those PJs are so cute!; December 14, 2009 at 11:56 AM
Melinda said...: THose jammies say it all! THey are pretty darn cute.; December 15, 2009 at 7:58 AM
Libby said...: I saw those too and wanted to buy them! It is SO true with my MIL as well. She buys them everything and it embarrasses me because my kids tell me that they will just ask grandma when I say no! I don't want her to feel abused, but I don't think she looks at it that way like I do!

Happy belated birthday to your two handsome men!!!; December 16, 2009 at 6:09 PM
Steve and Jen said...: Yup, cute boys in cute Jams! Don't we all need grandma's that love and spoil us?

Love that Brad asked you "What rules?" Can totally see that whole conversation!

Can't wait to see you on Gingerbread day!; December 18, 2009 at 3:17 PM
Melinda said...: Are you ever coming back??; March 30, 2010 at 8:02 AM
Melinda said...: When do we get to see pictures of the new grand baby??; April 8, 2010 at 9:13 PM

ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.