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    Thursday
    Jul152010

    We now pronounce you ...

    There's been a fair amount of conversation in our family regarding what the grandkids will call grandma. I kind of liked G-Ma; Megan wanted Grammy; Bubby has chosen "Granna" ... which also comes out, at times, as "Gramma." That's perfectly fine with me; it's much preferred over the original "Graya."

    Not so much has been said about what Bubby and future grandchildren are to call Jim. His only request was that he NOT be called "Pop," as that was the moniker of his not-so-nice stepdad.

    So Jim and I have been toodling along, figuring we're just plain ol' vanilla "Grandma and Grandpa."

    Bubby seems  to have a different idea for Jim.

    When he first started forming words and identifying things around him, Bubby mixed up his syllables for lots of things. So we didn't pay all that much attention to what he'd been calling Jim.

    But during our Skyping session Tuesday night (which provided all the photos for this post), Bubby made it very clear -- after being asked "Who's that?" several times in reference to his grandpa -- that his pronunciation wasn't a mistake, that Jim is now and forever will be ...

    ... "PawDad!"

    Yep, Bubby called him PawDad many times, all with a huge smile on his face.

    And with that, "PawDad" Jim will be.

    PawDad and Granna. Are there any better grandparenting names than that?

    I don't think so. At least not for us!

        

    Today's question:

    What makes you laugh out loud?

    Wednesday
    Jul142010

    The next Grilled Grandma

    Believe it or not, this week's Grilled Grandma, Cheri, is the THIRTY EIGHTH grandma I've grilled! It has been so much fun learning about other grandmas, everything from what their grandchildren call them (Cheri's grandchildren call her "Nandy") to the challenges they face as a grandmother.

    It's also been pretty darn cool to read about the things they do with their grandkids. It's a super way to get ideas for making the most of my grandma time with Bubby (and any eventual new ones, too, of course). Grandma Cherie offered up a new idea, one I'd not yet heard of from the 37 other grandmas -- and one I'm going to start pestering Megan now to allow me to do in eight years. Here it is, in Cheri's words:

    A special thing I do during the grandkids’ 10th year is take them on a trip, just the two of us. When the first one, granddaughter Caitlin, turned 10, she picked Washington, D.C. We planned the trip together and went during her fall break during 5th grade. I bought her books ahead of time, a biography of George Washington and Clara Barton, she read on the way, and we went to both of their homes (Mt. Vernon and Clara Barton’s home & the 1st headquarters of the Red Cross). We rode the subway, walked to all the monuments, Smithsonian, had tea at the Ritz, took lots of photos, and a wonderful time. When we got home, I helped her create a scrapbook about the trip. Each of the other kids are already thinking about where they want to go. I have to save up ahead of time! Caleb turns 10 in October.

    What do you think, Megan?

    Be sure to read all about Grilled Grandma Cheri. She's got lots of great stories and suggestions. While you're in the Grilled Grandma section of the site, why not check out a few other grillings you may have missed? You'll find the archives of all the Grilled Grandmas in the sidebar right next to Cheri's grilling.

    And if you would like to be grilled -- or want to nominate a grandma you know for grilling -- just let me know by e-mailing me a first name and e-mail address.

    Today's question:

    What's one special grandmother/grandchildren trip you've experienced, whether you were the grandma or the grandchild?

    Tuesday
    Jul132010

    Grandma's creepy wallpaper

    Related Posts with ThumbnailsI live in an unusual house. It was built in 1974 by a husband and wife who immigrated from Poland. They built the house around many features they collected from prominent local buildings and homes of the late 1800s that had been demolished for a variety of reasons. We have fireplaces, windows, staircases and more from the bank, the opera house, a doctor's home and other long-gone structures.

    Overall, it's a pretty cool and interesting place to live. But there are some bizarre touches here and there, things I've gotten used to for the most part and usually no longer think too hard about them. On most days.

    Yesterday was not one of those days. For some reason the wallpaper lining the hallway to the laundry room caught my interest once again and I thought you all might be able to help me solve the mystery surrounding my creepy wallpaper.

    From what I understand, the wallpaper is one of the touches from the homeland of the original owners. It appears to be illustrations of cautionary tales, much like Grimm's Fairy Tales, but of a Polish bent. The illustrations are fine and good and understandable when considered as part of an old-time nursery book. We all know fairy tales and such can be, unfortunately, weird ... and violent. Which is exactly what the illustrations on my wall are. But why would such images be taken from the page and placed upon the wall?

    Take a look:

    Creepy, huh? That is what I see every time I do laundry, every time I use the ironing board, every time I change the litter box.

    And every time I show people around my house, I have to explain the creepy wallpaper and why I don't remove it.

    I don't remove the paper because it's antique. I think. If nothing else, it's unusual. And like all the other unusual features in my house, there's a story attached to this wallpaper; I just don't know what it is. I'm pretty sure it was put there by the couple from Poland, but that's it.

    My biggest question about the wallpaper, though, the real mystery to me, isn't why the builders of our home put it there, but why anyone -- no matter where they lived in the world, no matter what period of time -- would think these pictures might look great on a wall, why they should qualify as print for wallpaper, why that wallpaper was ever manufactured in the first place. Did people in Poland line nursery walls with these images? Were resident children better behaved when they had these constant reminders of a horrible fate that might befall them if they misbehaved? Was such wallpaper used in places other than nurseries? Did anyone and everyone who ever saw it have nightmares?

    It's a mystery I'll likely never solve.

    Unless, of course, one of my dear readers has knowledge of Polish fairytales, the ones featuring drunks who fall in the lake or drag kids through the forest by their hair. If so, please enlighten me. Give me the "rest of the story" to regale the next group of visitors to my home and provide me with details on why these wacky illustrations figured so prominently in a culture that people adorned their walls with them.

    Then maybe -- just maybe -- I can move on to seeking assistance with yet another mystery of my home: the one involving a discoverer of sunken treasure who has seemingly gone missing and I think just might be buried in my front yard.

    Like I said, I live in a very unusual house.

    Today's question: (If you read this early, yes, it was a different question. I like this one better.)

    What's the creepiest feature of your house?