Hey y’all, guess what?
I’ve missed you. And Cowboy has missed me talking about him and sharing all of my witty stories to ALL of you.
Let me share with you what’s been happening out on 4G.
Sooo…
We did a thing.
We became members of the grandparents club!
For you readers that haven’t heard from me in a hot minute, you can now call me “CoCo” and call Cowboy “Grumps” (which I happen to think is perfect for his sunny disposition) hee hee. Aren’t those the perfect names? And wouldn’t it be funny if the grandkids instead called us CaCa and Dumps. To be honest, I wouldn’t even care.
We have been having a blast doing this “grandparent” thing.
Boy Wonder and Red did good, TWICE! They blessed us with Punkin Noodle (Colter Charles) and Angel Girl (Lynna Rae). And I’m not bragging but these sweet little nuggets are the most precious babies on earth AND they are adorable to boot.
I never quite understood why my girlfriends would get ga-ga when speaking of their grandchildren. How could they love anyone more than their own kids?
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved every minute of being the mom to Boy Wonder and Sweet Girl and still do. But the love I have for our Punkin Noodle and Angel Girl is over the top. It’s absolutely the best part of life! It’ll knock you off your feet and little tiny hearts will fly out of your chest every time it beats. I need a sign that says “Don’t bother me, I’m busy spoiling my grandkids”.
I’m telling you, nothing else in the world matters as long as we have those sweet babies around us. I cannot go more than a couple of days without kissing on them and Grumps becomes grumpier when he doesn’t see them for a spell.
I had no idea how grandkids would affect our lives. Case in point…
A while ago Cowboy decided to buy a new fancy John Deere tractor. When I say fancy, I mean crazy fancy. This green monster came loaded with air conditioning, a companion seat, a radio and a plethora of other bells and whistles. I never in my life thought that he would splurge on something like that.
As I’m sitting on the couch I see him drive in to the barn with his trailer in tow. I hop up, slip into my cheetah print boots and head to the barn to see our newest equipment purchase.
ME: Holy moly, that thing sure is big and green!
COWBOY: (my man of few words) Yep.
ME: What all does it do?
COWBOY: Everything.
I started to climb up in it. Mid-climb..
COWBOY: What are you doing?
ME: I want to see the inside.
COWBOY: Why?
Ignoring him as I continue to climb.
ME: Oh hunny, you bought a tractor with a companion seat for me? That is so sweet and thoughtful.
COWBOY: (Taking off is cowboy hat to scratch his head) Umm.. it’s not for you.
ME: What? Who’s it for then?
COWBOY: My boy.
ME: Which boy? Punkin Noodle?
COWBOY: (Turning to walk away) Yep.
ME: Why him and not me?
COWBOY: (Without missing a beat) Because it’ll be fun having him with me as I do tractor work.
ME: (Climbing out of the green monster) But it’s not fun to have me with you?
COWBOY: I’d rather have him.
As I stood there with my mouth open I thought to myself- apparently I’ve been bumped to second place and I’m okay with that.
’till next time y’all.
Tammy
