My joy for today is scootie-poopin with Granny.
For those of you not in the know, “scootie-poopin” means running errands, going out to eat, generally being out and about the town. I’m not sure where this phrase originated, but I know my mom, as well as my Granny, uses it in this way. So Granny and I have continued the scootie poopin tradition that began long ago. Often on Thursdays, when Noah is at school and I don’t have any other standing plans, Granny and I run errands and go out to eat. We do very simple things like going to Target, Wal-Mart, picking up odds and ends, and in today’s journey, eating at Perkins.
Granny and I are the perfect team. She adores my kids, they adore her, and she is one of my best friends. It is an impossible task to attempt to summarize our relationship in this one blog post, but my baby blog would be lacking a huge part of the joy of my life without mentioning Granny early in its existence. We have always been very close, and one of the first prayers I ever recorded was in regards to Granny living a very long life when I was about 7 or 8. Growing up, one of my favorite activities was spending the night at her house. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding because she belonged standing next to me along with my other dear friends. Today, at lunch, as I held Tucker and Granny fed Molly bites of broccoli and urged her to finish lines of nursery rhymes, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by what a charmed life I live with her.
Granny moved to our neighborhood almost a year ago and our lives have been immeasurably more joyous since. She cooks dinner for us almost every night, hosts a Penn State tailgate at her house every football Saturday, accompanies us to each and every one of Noah’s soccer games and practices, and comes over every morning and afternoon when I take or pick-up Noah from school so that I don’t have to put the little ones in the car. She plays Memory, Chutes and Ladders, Old Maid, and any other game Noah can think of whenever he asks; she picks acorns with Molly and Noah almost every afternoon after school, she is an expert at feeding Tucker solids, and irons Chad’s shirts when needed. She beats Chad and me at Quiddler or Racko with ease and babysits on demand. My life is so much more rich and full with her in it, not to mention easier! Although she is in her 80’s, she is on Facebook, e-mails her friends, and will be reading this blog. If I become half the woman she is, I will be proud. I love you and thank you Granny.