The Other Grandma

We try to encourage Dev to call her "Grandma Ann." But, usually she refers to her as, "The other Grandma." Which makes sense, since Devin really has the best of both Grandparent worlds. She has the in-town Grandma, who she sees almost everyday. In town Grandma, aka Ga-Ga (The "a" is pronounced like the "a" in "wax") does lots of regular-type stuff with Dev making their relationship very special and close. But, Gaga has to (try) to enforce all of my rules and directions:)

Out-of-town Grandma (and Papa) are also special. I grew up with Grandparents who were flights and/or long drives away, which made our time together memorable. Some of my favorite childhood memories are the weeks I spent in Tulsa visiting family and enjoying my Grandma and Grandpa time.

You can see the joy in her eyes...trips to Papa and Grandma's are anticipated for weeks, counting days on the calendar and asking no less than 75 times on the drive, "Are we there yet?" (And, lamenting the whole way home, "I miss Papa and Grandma.")

There were a few holes to dig and Papa was prepared. But, we need to find him some St. Louis Cardinals garden gloves...ahem.

Their little helper...doesn't everyone garden in a maxi dress?

Matt and I left to check out the local Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. It was 93 degrees at 9:15 am...this band was playing Bluegrass music, go figure.

I thought setting big buckets of chalk out was a cool idea. These 2 were hard at work.

Matt helped saw down some branches of this thorn tree...OUCH!

This visit was extra special, as Dev's cousin's were visiting too! A post-lawnmowing water gun fight was in order.

And, there was garden cart riding.

Just looking at this picture, reminds me of the smell. Which reminds me of how incredible our dinner was...beef from the farm cooked perfectly. I usually eat about 3-4 bites of steak and have had enough. But, this dinner had me gnawing the bone and looking for scraps.

Just a few fireworks for fun. (We'll be doing many, MANY more tonight)

One cute moment, just before the steak dinner...Aunt Meghan did a short prayer and Dev's cousin (4.5) asked if he could say one too. He was adorable, reciting his prayer perfectly. Without missing a beat, Dev asked if she could pray as well. (Keep in mind we don't pray or attend church) I held my breath, just a bit curious as to what she might feel led to pray for. She solemnly folded her hands and prayed for, "A magical unicorn."

Guess who's prayers were answered in the form of a firework today?