The Best Gifts From Grandparents

As a child, I got some pretty awesome gifts from my grandmothers. Remember the first year for Cabbage Patch Kids? Remember the chaos that ensued from parents and grandparents elbowing each other to try to get their hands on one of those hot little dolls? Yeah, my grandmother was one of those people, standing in the toy store crowd before Christmas as the nervous stock boys threw boxes into the crowd. And that Christmas I squealed with joy as I unwrapped my curly headed Madeline Eva.

Years later, my other grandmother gave me one of the best surprises ever. I received a small Casio keyboard when I was in elementary school, along with a “Teach Yourself Piano” book, and I worked hard to learn how to play. That hard work paid off, and in middle school there was a knock at our door on a cold, snowy December night. I opened the door to find a couple of large guys standing on our porch, telling me they had a piano to deliver. My jaw nearly hit the ground as they brought in a gorgeous upright piano and positioned it in our living room. My mom then told me that my grandmother bought it for me for Christmas, so I could play something with more than two and a half octaves.

Cordy will learn to play on the same piano.

My mom must have taken notes on good gifts, because she always picks the right thing for our girls. She has been kind to my ears and rarely bought loud electronic toys – actually, she rarely buys toys for the girls, unless it is something that is educational in some way. She’s more likely to give them clothing (OK, they may hate that in another year or two) or pay for an activity, like a soccer class or swim lessons.

Aaron’s parents sometimes give cash, and sometimes give gifts. The cash goes to savings accounts for each girl, and the gifts are generally toys. Both are generally well-received.

But the gift that the grandparents give the most is their time. Cordy practically vibrates when she sees her grandmother and g.g. (my grandmother, her great-grandmother), and she begs to go “fishing” at her grandpa and bubbie’s house (they have a small goldfish pond in their backyard, where she feeds the fish and spends time playing with them). The time spent with their grandparents will give them memories to last their lifetimes.

Do your kids receive good gifts from their grandparents?

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You Leave Them Alone For Two Minutes…

There are times when I wonder how my two daughters can possibly be related. They do have some similar features, but while Cordelia is pale, blonde and curly-headed, Miranda is olive-skinned, brunette, and so far has straight hair. While Cordy always respected boundaries as a baby, Mira is the jailbreaker. Cordy was an early talker, and late walker. Mira is an early walker, and not interested in talking much. The slightest hint of my disapproval would send Cordy into tears, but Mira laughs at my attempts to correct her. Two girls could not be more different.

And then there are times when I see a hint of baby Cordy in Mira. Like today.

Cordy, 2005 – 13 months old

Mira, 2008 (this morning) – 11 months old


This is what they both choose to do when I walk out of the room for two minutes.

They’re clearly sisters.



Recycled, And Yet Brand New

St. Patrick’s Day, 2005:

Cordelia, 6 months old

St. Patrick’s Day, 2008:

Miranda, 9 months old


I made that dress for Cordy back in 2005, never realizing I’d get another chance to use it again. Mira got just as much attention at the parade today as Cordy did three years ago.

And while Cordy had to miss the parade due to school, she still did her part to celebrate:



Dressed Up For The Prom

When going to a party, there’s always that fear in the back of your mind that you might run into another woman at the party wearing the exact. same. dress. And it’s even worse if she looks better in the dress than you do, right?

OK, truthfully, I probably wouldn’t care. I’ve never been much of a slave to fashion myself. Except for prom in high school. When it came to my prom, I wanted to have the best dress out there. I remember buying Your Prom magazine and clipping out pictures of dresses I liked, scrutinizing the features of each dress, considering which dresses would look best on my figure and so on. It was the one time in my life when you could officially call me “girly”.

For the 1993 prom, I picked the perfect dress. We were still in the final few years of the Southern belle style gowns in the Midwest, before slim-line dresses would become the prom gold standard, and when I saw this dress I knew it was for me. Off the shoulder to show off my upper half, full skirt to hide my lower half, and in my perfect color: royal blue. Plus let’s not forget the lace and tulle.

While the dress was nearly impossible to fold into my date’s car, I felt like a princess. And thankfully, when I walked in I was relieved to see no one else was wearing my dress. (Although two other girls were wearing a dress in the same style, different color, and gave each other the evil eye all night for it).

So you can imagine my surprise when, 15 years after the prom, I see my dress on someone else while surfing through my Bloglines! It would seem that the dress was also perfect for T With Honey. Proof? OK, click the link and take a look at that dress. Yes, she had it pulled up to show off her awesome lace ankle boots, but you can get the general idea.

And now, me in the dress:

Focus on the dress, not the geeky date, OK?

See? Same dress. And my 31 year-old self LOVES that I wasn’t the only one who wore that dress to prom. That dress meant so much to me – I put so much of my self-worth into that dress. How I looked in my prom dress would determine my entire prom night, which would determine how my high school experience would be capped. It’s crazy to think I put so much importance on a dress, but oh how I loved it.

I’m not sure what happened to my prom dress. It hung in my room, plastic dry-cleaning bag still covering it, until I graduated from college. At that point my mom moved, and many of my things were boxed up or discarded. I think I told her to get rid of the dress, and that’s probably for the best. I’d be happy to see one of my daughters wear my wedding dress, but I’d rather they stay far away from that mess of satin, lace and tulle. I don’t think it’ll come back in style during this century.

Anyone else want to show off their totally cool prom dresses? Or even better, prom hair? You can’t see all the curls well in that picture, but I can assure you that it took over three hours and a gazillion bobby pins to pull off that hair sculpture. If someone else posts their prom hair, maybe I’ll dig out a close-up of mine to show off.



Next Week She’ll Be Starting Physics

I was the ultimate geek in high school. While math and science are generally considered subjects where the boys excel, I was always near the top of the class. My senior year, I received the math award for highest math grade of the entire class over all four years. And science? Well, let’s just say that I loved chemistry equations, and I could work a genetics Punnet square faster than anyone.

Sure, I was teased for being a math/science nerd. I was looked at funny for knowing these subjects, because, well, I was just a girl. I also tutored several classmates through Biology and Chemistry, although I had trouble explaining the concepts – I didn’t study much, I just seemed to know the material.

Maybe that’s why I’m now going back to school for nursing: I enjoy science and medicine. (Math, sadly, is no longer a love of mine. I can do basic algebra without problems, but I’d rather never see calculus again.)

I’m hoping that my two girls will also toss gender stereotypes aside and know that science and math are important subjects for everyone – not just boys. These subjects provide a framework for logic and an understanding of how our world works. Actually, I find it upsetting that even science is getting a backseat to other subjects now as standardized tests put more emphasis on english, reading comprehension, and math. All important subjects, but science and the arts are also needed for a well-rounded education.

I think Cordy may have a knack for math and science already. She loves taking nature walks, enjoys learning about different animals, and has a way with numbers, patterns, and shapes that I don’t see in many kids her age. I’m happy to encourage her interests and find opportunities to teach her about science and math whenever I can.

And then there’s the issue of her new favorite book:

(Mommy’s college Chemistry book)

She found the book in the car one day and hasn’t put it down since then. She can now tell you about the periodic table, and how it shows us all of the stuff everything is made of.


I think it’s a good start.

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