The Front Porch Swing

I got a big chuckle out of reading the "gramma" posts, so bear with me while I resurrect it! Until my first grandchild was born 25 years ago I didn't know I could love someone else's kids that much! Six months later my other daughter had a little boy and suddenly here I was, 38 years old and grandmother to two amazing little guys, Jamie and Austin! I remember looking up at the sky and thinking, "God, what are you DOING? I'm only 38 and a grandmother?" Now I know - He knew I was going to end up raising two of them. We raised Jamie, our oldest, off and on from the time he was 2 years old and then when he was 10 we took custody of him and his little sister, Little Diane. Jamie is now married to an amazing young woman with a baby of his own and is a nuclear reactor operator on board a US Submarine. Our second grandson, born 6 months after Jamie, was killed in a car accident last year. He and his wife had only been married 9 months when the front axle on his car failed on the interstate. She was fine, but he didn't survive. Our granddaughter, Little Diane, is now 19 and doing very well living out on her own.

My son, his wife, and their two daughters, Katie (8) and Kendra (2 1/2 years old), live across the street from us, and my older daughter - the one who lost her son last year - lives two blocks down with her 8 year old son Evan. Kendra was born with Spina Bifida. God forgot to tell her she has a disability, and we aren't going to tell her either!

The hardest part of raising Jamie and Little Diane was not getting to be a "Coco Puffs gramma". A "Coco Puffs gramma" is one who, when the grands turn up their noses at meatloaf and green beans, gets to say, "Okay, I'll fix you some Coco Puffs...just don't tell your mom!" LOL Nope, I had to make them eat the meatloaf and green beans. They forgave me.

And the talk of memories is special to me. We take Evan and Katie to Yellowstone every year, and do all kinds of other things together. Even a simple trip to Billings to stock up on supplies is special when they are with us. I turn to them and say, "What are we doing, guys?" And in unison they chime, "Makin' memories!"

When we ordered the chicks, Katie and Evan, on their own, decided that Kendra would get to see them first. That plan was torpedoed when Kendra's doctors thought she'd be having surgery a few days later, so Evan and Katie got to see them first. But her doctor called and told us to let that baby see the chicks - and she was captivated. And now that I've probably worn out my welcome on the front porch, I'll scoot on out.

Come on down and set next to me on the porch I loved your story. We can share grandbaby stories all afternoon.

Signed: Nana to 6.
 
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Lisa how's the new babies? Thought about you all weekend.
They are simply adorable. They are getting use to the 'giant' (me). They will hop up on my hand and look at me. I have two who are contemplating jail break!

I got a big chuckle out of reading the "gramma" posts, so bear with me while I resurrect it! Until my first grandchild was born 25 years ago I didn't know I could love someone else's kids that much! Six months later my other daughter had a little boy and suddenly here I was, 38 years old and grandmother to two amazing little guys, Jamie and Austin! I remember looking up at the sky and thinking, "God, what are you DOING? I'm only 38 and a grandmother?" Now I know - He knew I was going to end up raising two of them. We raised Jamie, our oldest, off and on from the time he was 2 years old and then when he was 10 we took custody of him and his little sister, Little Diane. Jamie is now married to an amazing young woman with a baby of his own and is a nuclear reactor operator on board a US Submarine. Our second grandson, born 6 months after Jamie, was killed in a car accident last year. He and his wife had only been married 9 months when the front axle on his car failed on the interstate. She was fine, but he didn't survive. Our granddaughter, Little Diane, is now 19 and doing very well living out on her own.

My son, his wife, and their two daughters, Katie (8) and Kendra (2 1/2 years old), live across the street from us, and my older daughter - the one who lost her son last year - lives two blocks down with her 8 year old son Evan. Kendra was born with Spina Bifida. God forgot to tell her she has a disability, and we aren't going to tell her either!

The hardest part of raising Jamie and Little Diane was not getting to be a "Coco Puffs gramma". A "Coco Puffs gramma" is one who, when the grands turn up their noses at meatloaf and green beans, gets to say, "Okay, I'll fix you some Coco Puffs...just don't tell your mom!" LOL Nope, I had to make them eat the meatloaf and green beans. They forgave me.

And the talk of memories is special to me. We take Evan and Katie to Yellowstone every year, and do all kinds of other things together. Even a simple trip to Billings to stock up on supplies is special when they are with us. I turn to them and say, "What are we doing, guys?" And in unison they chime, "Makin' memories!"

When we ordered the chicks, Katie and Evan, on their own, decided that Kendra would get to see them first. That plan was torpedoed when Kendra's doctors thought she'd be having surgery a few days later, so Evan and Katie got to see them first. But her doctor called and told us to let that baby see the chicks - and she was captivated. And now that I've probably worn out my welcome on the front porch, I'll scoot on out.
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Welcome to the front porch! Would you like sweet or unsweet tea? Put your feet up, say HI to Boots and pat him on his head, and tell us some more stories!

Lisa :)
 
They are simply adorable. They are getting use to the 'giant' (me). They will hop up on my hand and look at me. I have two who are contemplating jail break!

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Welcome to the front porch! Would you like sweet or unsweet tea? Put your feet up, say HI to Boots and pat him on his head, and tell us some more stories!

Lisa :)
I would love some sweet tea, thanks!
 
Here is a question for you thoughtful people. It falls under the general heading of some research I've been doing, but I just read something I've never heard before and wonder if you guys have heard it either.

I sell eggs through a buying group with an active message board where people discuss their satisfaction with various Buys. Another egg farm also sells eggs through this group. Their eggs are "organic" and "soy free." Mine are not.

Someone just wrote in to say they got a fishy egg, one of the organic eggs.

Other people wrote in to say they have been told some chickens metabolize their feed differently and "just" lay fishy tasting eggs. This is the part I've never heard and haven't been able to verify.

I suggested it was perhaps the feed ... I had a guess at what brand of feed the other source is using, and I have chosen not to use it because it contains camelina meal, which studies indicate make both meat and eggs taste bad.

I also suggested it could be the "scraps" the birds are fed ... "too many fruit peels" can do it. Also, how you wash the eggs can do it (scented detergents are a big culprit). Also, how you store your eggs can do it (which is why I have a designated egg refrigerator into which no other food is stored.

Thoughts?


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....that's all I got....sorry....... <sniff! whew, that felt good!>
I would love some sweet tea, thanks!

The tea is lovely here...special mix from the southern ladies.
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Blooie!!
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I loved your story! Thank you for coming to The Porch!
 
Ooh, thanks for such a warm welcome!! You might well regret asking me to tell more stories. LOL I remember when we lived in Tennessee, then in Mississippi (so why do those states have so many double letters?) one of my favorite "nights out" included fresh catfish, hush puppies, and sweet tea! We can order sweet tea here, too, but it just doesn't taste the same as it did down South...

I'm glad I didn't drive everyone off the porch with my long story. LOL I do tend to get a little verbose - it's the writer in me I guess. When I was little I stuttered very badly. My wonderful stepdad, who later adopted my sister and me, told me, "Sis, you just get too excited when you talk. When you have something to say that you think is important, why don't you write it down? I promise I'll read it." And he did. Writing things out helped slow my brain down so my fingers could keep up, which in turn helped me learn to slow my speech speed, all but eliminating the stuttering. So it's all Dad's fault!

Chime in! If you have chickens, ducks, puppies, kitties, horses, goats - whatever - and you take care of them then that makes them family, so they count! I got that Nana has 6, and Lisa has grandkats and grandchicks. I have 3 kids and 6 grandkids. I still count Austin - he might not be here physically but his grandchild status is safely locked in my heart with the others, and one new great-grandson (Landyn) who will be a year old on the 24th. I also have Jamie's amazing wife Rachel and Austin's young widow Joy.

I have Easter Eggers (Evan can't wait to go to school and tell the kids he DOES like green eggs and ham!), Golden Laced Wyandottes, and Red Stars. They're two weeks old today. I passed on the birthday cake for them and they happily settled for finely chopped apple peel!

Fishy tasting eggs? Lordy, don't tell me I have something else to fret over before these girls even go outside to live! <sigh>
 

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