We now have 6 grandkids.
My plan was to be called Mimi.
I would be Mimi and not grandma. Then, I would never be old.
My granddaughter, Madelyn, decided when she was barely old enough to talk that I was in fact, Gaga, not Mimi.
So, I am still Mimi to multiple grandchildren, but am also Gaga to one grandchild.
If you’ve been hanging out with me for a while, you may remember we lost our granddaughter, McKinlee, to complications from a congenital heart defect.
On September 19th, McKinlee and her big sister, Madelyn, got a new little sister. Mae.
Mae is teeny and beautiful and has these fantastic pointy ears. And her heart is fine.
Randy and I made the trip to Pennsylvania yesterday to meet Mae for the first time. And of course visit with Madelyn.
Madelyn is 9 years old now and she never doesn’t make me laugh.
When she was 3 years old, she spent a week with us. I wrote about this before, but I don’t care ’cause this shit is funny.
Anyway, when Madelyn was 3, instead of saying “chalk” she said “cock” and instead of saying “sparkles” she said “fuckles”.
So, of course, we went to Target and bought sidewalk chalk with sparkles. And then talked about it the whole time we shopped. We did not use our inside voices.
Six years later, she is still just as entertaining.
The drive to my stepdaughter’s house takes us just over 4 hours. We left an hour later than we meant to because it was early and fuck that.
Plus, we had to sit through construction traffic.
But we still arrived just after noon and went out for lunch.
Mae was cooperative, in that she slept in her pumpkin seat while we ate. Then, Madelyn asked if she could ride back with us.
I am in no way trying to denigrate my husband, but when it comes to directions or driving, Randy is dumb.
When we left the restaurant with our granddaughter in tow, Randy took the exit that led us away from my stepdaughter’s house, rather than toward my stepdaughter’s house. We figured this out about 20 miles down the road.
While it usually brings me some dark satisfaction to give Randy shit for doing this, I have to say the extra time in the car with Madelyn was worthwhile.
Madelyn informed us she wants to be a school teacher when she grows up because “that is where the money is and that is where the kids are.”
I wasn’t about to tell her that she was only half right.
Then, she explained to me how boys were like cheetahs and girls are like gazelles.
Me: I don’t get it.
Madelyn: Well, cheetahs can run really fast, but just for a few minutes. Gazelles can run and run and run.
Me: Oh, I see.
Madelyn: So, Gaga, that means girls can keep it up for longer than boys.
Okay, I cannot, under any circumstances say “that’s what she said” because that is inappropriate. But come on. Seriously?
Me: So, girls have more stamina than boys?
Madelyn: Yep! Girls keep it up longer than boys.
You guys, I am a bad grandma.
But seriously, we totally made up for me inappropriately laughing at the 9 year old by taking her to the liquor store and letting her pick out candy.
It took a while, but she picked an industrial sized package of Lik-A-Stix, which I feel was a solid choice,
So, that is the news.
We have a new granddaughter.
The addition of a new grandchild in no way makes me a more appropriate grandma.
Either way, I’m so happy Mae is here.
Like her sisters, she is source of light and love.