TGIF - My Grandchildren

I have the most amazing grandchildren. I know every grandparent thinks that, but in my case, it's true. I know this even though I don't get to see them very often. In fact, I've never even met my only grandson, Alex. But I still know they're the best grandkids in the world.

Our oldest granddaughter, Jenna, sent us a most lovely letter last week. Apparently she has been sick lately (according to her well-written letter). She even drew one of her famous pictures, which was a nice surprise. And Marah, who is four, also sent us a beautiful, hand-drawn picture.

We are hoping to see them again next Spring, and I can't wait to meet Alex. I hate that I'm missing his newborn months. Those are such precious times. But Ashley keeps us posted on his progress with her fantastic blog, where she posts lots of pictures, so we don't get too depressed about not living near them.

And Ashley calls me and tells me all about what's going on with them as they grow. I can't believe Jenna is already eight years old! Time is rushing by, and they are growing up way too fast.

So, while I'm bummed that I don't get to watch them grow up, and that they don't really know their Nana and Papa, I'm thankful that they are healthy and well-loved. And maybe one day they'll move closer, so we can really "know" them. I can always dream.

"What Did You Say?"

"My feces itch!" Krista says in a loud, whiny voice from the back seat of the car.

What?!!!

I look back at her to make sure I understood her correctly. She's frantically scratching her foot, her face all scrunched up like she's in serious pain.

"Krista, I don't think you mean 'feces,' that's your urine and your poop." Leah says in her loving, sisterly way. "If your urine and poop itch, you'd be scratching your butt, not your feet." Then she just turns and looks out her window like this was a normal exchange.

Krista just says, "Then why did you say your feces itched yesterday? Did your urine and poop itch?"

"First of all, I didn't say, 'feces,' I said, 'feetsies,' because I know the difference. Second of all, stop scratching your dirty, filthy dead skin all over the car! That's disgusting."

"Whatever, you knew what I meant."

End of conversation.