..."what happens @...stays @..."

What happens at Grandma's ... stays at Grandmas. Or in the fellers case this week, what happens with grandma visiting ... stays between them.

The hubs and I are out of state on business... learning how to better feed America. Catching up with business associates who have long ago become friends.

Notice how the mutt's have trampled my lawn!

The morning after the grands arrival, (delayed flight, & we rolled in at 2:00a.m.) the fellers set the woods on fire.  An innocent mishap... the hubs lets them use his plumbers propane torch to make little camp fires at their fort.  They had started a fire in our metal fire pit, were adding large cardboard boxes for kindling (from the weeks Costco, hunting & gathering). There was a slight breeze... a chunk of ignited cardboard became airborne & landed in the dead-leaf-encrusted-woods-floor....

I thought it was comical; taking a picture for facebook.... then it started to spread.  Grandma advised I grab a bucket... the hubs came running out in shorts & knee high rubber waders.  We unrolled the winterized garden hoses and extinguished the flames.

Before our departure the short feller inquired, "Are we still grounded from fire?"

Yes .... and all testosterone related contraband.... pocket knives... BB-guns...
Honda 50 motorcycle... go-cart ... AND of course fire.

Grandma has been loving her grad-fellers through food.  Fried chicken & mashed taters the first night... monster cookies today...

When we first moved to Indiana, 14 hours & 4 states away from Grandma, my mother sent me a newspaper clipping of a Family Circus cartoon.

I've kept it on my fridge over the pat 8 years.  It's caption reads, "Grandma's coming for a sleepover!"

It stinks being so far from family.  The fellers only get to see their grands a handful of times a year, but absence DOES make the heart grow fonder.

My boys get to have their grandparents on their own turf & to visit the grandparents each summer for a week or so at their home.... with out the hubs and I around to boss everyone.

If we lived in the same state, the sleepovers would be shorter... not the treat they are to us.

We stay in touch via FaceTime chat most Sundays (a tradition my folks adopted 19 years ago when I left for college, to check in once a week to make sure I was still breathing.)

We return home tomorrow.... it'll be cute to hear the stories unfold over the days following.  The hubs hopes the house is still standing... I hope that the fellers & more importantly Grandma ... are still breathing.


Proverbs 10:1
New International Version (NIV)

Proverbs of Solomon

 ¹ The proverbs of Solomon:

   A wise son brings joy to his father,
   but a foolish son brings grief to his mother.