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ineptshieldmaid reblogged your post and added:
Wait till she finds out the cousin has a grandma…
Fortunately (I think?) my family’s situation is such that she’ll likely never meet her grandmother-in-law on that side? Of my parents’ four daughters, we all scattered to the winds, and two of us found husbands way out in the big world. So the Georgia sister’s kids’ other grandmother lives in Louisiana, and Farm Baby’s other grandma lives in Illinois, so really, other grandmas don’t come up much as a topic.
(Georgia sister’s mother-in-law visited up here precisely once, because the wedding was here. She came to dinner at my parents’ house, looked around, and announced in the kind of accent I had only ever heard before on television, “Well! We-all ain’t never sat down at a Yankee table before!” Notably, the word “before” had three distinct syllables.)
Although Farm Baby’s other grandpa recently visited with a couple of his other grandkids, but I guess because they’re much older (8 and 14?) it didn’t register. Georgia Niece is only 4, so she’s still very much a lap baby, and that was what Farm Baby was objecting to. “No! Is MY Grandma!”
Farm Baby is at a particularly delicate point of her development, though. Zero chill, this kid has. She’s been mostly a kind of intense but distractible kid her whole life so far, and this visit, sweet Jesus, everything is THE END OF THE WORLD. I guess being two is really hard! (I almost described her as “mellow” for a second there. Uh. No.)
ineptshieldmaid reblogged your post and added:
Wait till she finds out the cousin has a grandma…
Fortunately (I think?) my family’s situation is such that she’ll likely never meet her grandmother-in-law on that side? Of my parents’ four daughters, we all scattered to the winds, and two of us found husbands way out in the big world. So the Georgia sister’s kids’ other grandmother lives in Louisiana, and Farm Baby’s other grandma lives in Illinois, so really, other grandmas don’t come up much as a topic.
(Georgia sister’s mother-in-law visited up here precisely once, because the wedding was here. She came to dinner at my parents’ house, looked around, and announced in the kind of accent I had only ever heard before on television, “Well! We-all ain’t never sat down at a Yankee table before!” Notably, the word “before” had three distinct syllables.)
Although Farm Baby’s other grandpa recently visited with a couple of his other grandkids, but I guess because they’re much older (8 and 14?) it didn’t register. Georgia Niece is only 4, so she’s still very much a lap baby, and that was what Farm Baby was objecting to. “No! Is MY Grandma!”
Farm Baby is at a particularly delicate point of her development, though. Zero chill, this kid has. She’s been mostly a kind of intense but distractible kid her whole life so far, and this visit, sweet Jesus, everything is THE END OF THE WORLD. I guess being two is really hard! (I almost described her as “mellow” for a second there. Uh. No.)
