Cameras and paparazzi at the ready \u2013 my grandmother met the muppets this weekend.<\/p>\n
GrammaJ and G.G. (short for Great Grandma) arrived on Friday night after a much-delayed flight. Sadly, a morning mechanical issue somewhere in Baltimore prevented G.G. from getting to meet the muppets on Friday. They were fast asleep when we got home.<\/p>\n
Saturday morning I awoke to rumblings in the nursery. With a distinct lack of lightening quick reflexes, I rolled over in bed and willed my eyes to open \u2013 the boys weren\u2019t screaming yet, so I still had hope for five more minutes. (Won\u2019t they think this story is funny when they\u2019re whining \u201cjust five more minutes Mom\u2026\u201d as I try to wake them up for school?) As I slowly entered a slightly more conscious state-of-being, it occurred to me that I could comprehend the nursery mumbles.<\/p>\n
I wandered into the boys\u2019 room and found G.G. snuggling with Search as the two rocked back and forth in the glider. They were having quite a conversation \u2013 apparently Search had a lot of stories to share. G.G. looked up at me and smiled, \u201cI just couldn\u2019t wait one more minute to meet the honies.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019m pretty sure there is some sort of physiological change that occurs when one becomes a grandmother. The brain matter alters and pheromones morph into a baby-soothing drug. Now, much like twins are double the trouble, a great-grandma is twice as nice. Both Search and Destroy spent the entire weekend cooing, chatting and laughing.<\/p>\n
Both G.G. and GrammaJ commented that our living room was distinctly beginning to take on the feel of a Toys R Us store. I have a friend who is determined not to let her house turn over to the kids \u2013 I have failed miserable at this task. The muppets have all kinds of gizmos and gadgets, special seats and swings. GrammaJ was fascinated with the Bumbo chair.<\/p>\n
A Bumbo chair is a foam seat that is designed to support tiny babies and allow them to sit upright, before they can sit on their own. Destroy does not like this contraption. He a) does not like to sit and b) doesn\u2019t really fit. Pudge\u2019s tummy gets in the way of the support so he ends up leaning back awkwardly and screaming to get out. G.G. and I could not stop laughing at GrammaJ\u2019s attempts to convince Destroy to sit in his swanky little seat.<\/p>\n
He would much rather stand. When he is lifted over the chair, instead of bending his chubbly little legs, he will arch his back \u2013 throwing his head as far back as he can \u2013 and then straighten himself out as stiff as a board. So much for cooperation\u2026<\/p>\n
So G.G. picked up the cranky muppet, who immediately cuddled up in her lap, eyes wide open as though expecting a story. G.G. and GrammaJ? There was little to no chance of a nap. GrammaJ noted that I was never a great napper \u2013 there were things to be done and adventures to be had! G.G. then pointed out that GrammaJ was a quick kid to give up her morning nap as well. And that\u2019s when we learned about the perfume.<\/p>\n
Shockingly, this is a family story I had never heard before. This was the muppets first Grandma Winnie story, and it was such a treat to have it involve the mischief makings of my mother.<\/p>\n
GrammaJ was about three. G.G. put her down for her morning nap \u2013 since she was a big kid, she was dozing on G.G.\u2019s bed. Closing the door gently behind her, G.G. left her sleeping little angel to explore dreamland and went about some of her daily chores.<\/p>\n
A while later, G.G. returned to her room. GrammaJ was no longer on the bed. G.G. scanned the room to find Gramma J perched atop the dresser. She looked positively pleased with herself \u2013 having scaled the drawers to reach her conquest: mom\u2019s perfume.<\/p>\n
She smelled fantastic. G.G. noticed her perfume bottle was lying on its side, with a bit of the contents dripping out onto the wood finish. GrammaJ grinned. \u201cLook at what I have accomplished!\u201d her smile seemed to say. She had drunk the perfume.<\/p>\n
G.G. immediately called the doctor. \u201cWell, it\u2019s mostly alcohol. She\u2019s probably just a bit tipsy. But I bet she smells nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I have a strong suspicion that this same scenario would play out very different for this generation. I don\u2019t foresee myself being nearly calm enough to chuckle about an inebriated babe \u2013 poison control and emergencies rooms would be in their future.<\/p>\n
My weekend with the grandmas was far too short. But I am so excited that the muppets finally got to meet their great-grandmother (and Search\u2019s namesake). It was certainly a fun-filled celebratory weekend, which is why I\u2019ve been slightly MIA for the past several days. I will post pictures and share more of the adventures tomorrow.<\/p>\n
As I close out the final evening of my twenties, it makes me smile to feel like a kid again listening to Grandma\u2019s stories. Tomorrow, it\u2019s a new decade \u2013 my third.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cameras and paparazzi at the ready \u2013 my grandmother met the muppets this weekend. GrammaJ and G.G. (short for Great Grandma) arrived on Friday night after a much-delayed flight. Sadly, a morning mechanical issue somewhere in Baltimore prevented G.G. from … Continue reading