Let's play a little word game with my cutie pie

Let's play a little guessing game here. Sort of like Jeopardy. These photos all have something in common. I'll give you a clue. The puzzle has three words. Each word begins with letter C and the last word ends with letter S. Begin!

 

Liam and his mama, Ashley, my first grandchild. He's a smart whippersnapper like she was at this age, and he is just as cute.

You can see by the chocolate drool down his chin he served himself from the plate of cookies behind him and is accepting another one.

Here he is with his Nana, my daughter. When he saw her and her husband coming up the walkway to our house he was ecstatic, yelling, "Nana! Paw-paw!" She babysits him daily. Look at his left hand.

Here he is giggling with Nicole, who indulged him, as everyone else did.

Of course, yes indeedy, his mouth is stuffed with what else? A soft cookie for my sweetie boy.

No, I am not giving him a kiss. I am eating the other half of ANOTHER cookie.

If you haven't guessed the three words by now, I'll tell you.

 

 CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES.

 

Count them. 1,2,3,4,5,6. Five that you can see and one that Nicole slipped him.

 

Won't you come in for a visit?

 

 I bought a cloth placemat years ago and framed it. It looks so cute at Christmastime. This year it's a reminder of crazy weather conditions. This is the only snowman we'll see for a while. Today, on Christmas Eve, the temperature will climb into the high 60s. I am NOT complaining.

This is our homey little tree decorated mostly with ornaments from our children and grandchildren and former students. We believe in Santa, and we know that Jesus is the reason for the season.

When Liam came in and saw the tree, I had planned to point out all the cute ornaments and the manger scene to him. NOPE, that did not happen. He was thrilled with what else..."Balls, Nana, balls!" The lights splayed colorful "balls" all over the walls. He was in his glory.

 

Kitty sits guard over the stable. He's never nosed around in the tree before. This year I caught him knocking off certain ornaments, ones hung with thin gold string instead of hooks. He ate the string!

The sign: Grandma's Kitchen... Kids Spoiled Here

 

I have been baking (and eating) cookies galore this week. I baked chocolate chip, peanut butter, Russian tea cakes with ground pecans (our favorite), and then last evening I decided to bake another batch of chocolate chips since I had a bag of Ghiradelli chips left. Well, I spilled half the bag and had to trash them, so although I doubled the recipe, I had half the amount of chocolate chips. As if that wasn't bad enough, I mistakenly added double the amount of baking powder instead of baking soda. 

 

Those suckers raised up to muffin top size. So now we have cake-like chocolate chip cookies...the kind Panera Bread Co sells for $1.69 each.  

 

There is a home nearby that draws huge crowds driving by each night. Everyone calls it the Teddy Bear House. The owners decorate with hundreds of teddy bear displays and scenes. It is the most magical place. Although it was daytime, we took Liam by to see it. He was so excited, he ran down the walk. As I pointed out the many different scenes, he stopped and discovered his very favorite of all...and that was it! I couldn't get his attention after that.  

 

He noticed the pretend candy pieces and started shouting, "BALLS, Nana, BALLS!"

I'm sure he dreamed about the Teddy Bear House. He awoke from his nap laughing out loud.

May the magic of Christmas fill your homes and hearts. Thank you for your visits, your friendship.

A little something for YOU

I wish I could rent a hall and invite all of you to come have cookies with me. I baked chocolate chip cookies, also peanut butter, and I have two more kinds yet to bake. Since we can't be together, I will gift you with the following writing opportunities.

We all have files, folders and drawers filled with pieces rejected by ourselves or editors. Take a few minutes to review, revise, and resend to this paying market.

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Ho-Ho-Ho-ing

What a difference a year makes. Last December, Liam was no bigger than these stuffed snow people.

Now the little giggle box is twice their size. He is so good natured, always smiling and laughing. He even woke up from his nap laughing out loud.

In preparation for Santa's imminent arrival in our living room, I  showed him his scrap book with last year's photos of him with Santa. He would look at the pictures then close the book and look away, indicating he wasn't really comfortable with the big guy in the red suit.

When Santa came down the hallway into the living room, Liam clung to me. I explained, "Santa wants to hold you like he did when you were a little baby. You sit on his lap and I will take your picture, then I'll hold you." He understood, but he was not really happy, on the verge of tears, and then Santa talked, and Liam recognized his voice. He was trying to figure it all out, and ended up giving Santa  high five.

How I love these two guys!

Away, far away in a manger

 

The Reason for the Season

 

These are two of my Christmas treasures. This old nativity crèche belonged to Bill when we met, except for the crystal angel on your left, which was given to me by one of my students 25 years ago. She comes with a story.

My first grandchild, blonde, blue-eyed Ashley, was precious and precocious. She was almost three years old when she spied the angel. She came running to me and said, "Nana, something isn't right. There's a BALD angel in the stable!" I told her a simple version of the Christmas story and explained that an angel announced the birth to shepherds in the fields. She said, "I know that, but where is her hair?" She went on and on about the bald angel. No, I did not make a wig for the "glass angel" as she called her. Learning to handle little disappointments leads to handling the big ones in life.

She used to lie on the floor on her tummy and gaze into the stable. One day she came running up to me and said, "Nana, you have to do something. Quick! Turn off the lights." I pointed out that the lamps were off, and the overhead light was also off. She pointed to the baby Jesus and said, "But, the baby can't sleep with that bright light in his eyes. Please turn it off."

So, of course, I darkened the stable and made one little girl very happy. I wish I could so easily do that for her now, but life gets complicated and everyday does not bring happiness. Or peace.

Especially at this time of year, so many people try to purchase happiness. Contentment and inner peace, which have no monetary value, is what we should seek. Happiness is fleeting and fluid, and the gifts soon forgotten. Kind words and loving actions are the priceless gifts that we should give to others.

This drawing was done by my daughter, Ashley's mom, when she was 7 years old. Gazing at it brings to mind the days of long ago, when she and her little brother and I went caroling with the Sunday school group. We ended up in the church basement for a holiday party. My kids won an award for singing "Away in a Manger" by themselves. They received a bag of candy, and she almost choked to death on a jaw breaker. Thank God for the man next to me who dislodged it from her wind pipe. He was our angel that night. In an instance, my happiness almost turned to tragedy.

Jesus is the reason for the season and He is the path to peace. If only people could apply the holiday message year around, not just in December. My wish for each of you is for PEACE and good health.

A GIANT of a man...in all senses of the word

We went on a cruise right after Thanksgiving and stopped in the ports of Jamaica, Caymen Island, and Cozumel, Mexico. We enjoy sailing the high seas, and let me tell you, that ship was rocking this time as we went through some heavy storms. The result was the cancellation of top deck, outdoor movie viewing, dance parties at night, and our last shore excursion. But overall, the trip was fun and we were able to relax for a few days.

 I WALKED ON A BEACH and SWAM IN THE CARIBBEAN SEA. I got my fix! I will make it through winter, now.

This cruise was completely different from the spring break cruise, where preteens ran wild.
There were few children on board and lots of senior citizens. We met some very interesting and friendly people. Like most passengers on board, I was unaware that that we walked among greatness, a true American hero.

He stood 7 feet tall, had a commanding presence, and after Googling him, I learned he has a host of aliases and occupations:

Chicago Slim, (his handle as a blue's guitarist and co-leader of a Chicago's Blues Band.)

 Right Reverened Dr. D. (his DJ handle) He was a Blues music radio announcer for years.

An All Star, All state American Prep basketball player in high school. What do you expect at 7 ft tall?

His other moniker is "The Bone Doc."

When he walked into the ship's comedy club, it was obvious he was a dignitary and received VIP treatment. He and his wife sat in front of us. I overheard his conversation with the comedy club manager. "Yeah, every now and then, I just have to get away and relax. You can't do what I do everyday of the week."

When we went to our cabin, I was amazed to see his picture flashed across the television on CNN.

Dr. Daniel Ivankovich has been selected as one of CNN's Top 10 Heroes.

A remarkable orthopedic surgeon, who operates out of three Chicago clinics, has served more than 100,000 uninsured or under insured patients since 2010 through his non-profits. He treats patients regardless of their ability to pay. He performs 5-7 surgeries a day. He IS a hero.

He was born in Croatia; his family defected to Chicago in 1965 when he was two years old. You can read more about him at the link below, and also discover who the other 9 CNN Heroes are, and how to vote for them.

I lifted this photo from his Face book page.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Ivankovich


http://www.cnn.com/videos/tv/2015/10/08/cnn-heroes-how-to-vote.cnn
 

Moving onward and upward and a gift for you

This photograph, taken about five years ago, represents the competition among our grandsons as they show off their strength and prowess. Every grandchild has had his or her picture taken in the crook of this tree at some point in their lives. The tree no longer exists; a red bud tree has replaced the diseased and rotted tree, which not only shed its leaves but also began to shed its branches.

Gazing at this picture evokes so many emotion: a fear of climbing and falling, the exhilaration of attaining new heights, proving to one's self that anything can be accomplished, reaching beyond
self-imposed limits. Change, moving forward...growing. SUCCESS.

Every writer probably has felt some of these emotions. Sometimes the fear of success is as great as the fear of failure. Fear of making mistakes hinders us. A word of encouragement or approval propels us. Let nothing stand in your way.

You may never know the impact of your words, a smile, a tender touch. Give generously.

Offer a word of praise or encouragement to someone today.

Her is a gift for my writer friends. be sure to check out all of these calls for submissions at Cathy's calls.  Link works.  http://compsandcalls.com/wp/