My son, Mr. Boy, spoils me. I really like that about him. Last year, for Mother’s Day, I got a TV. Don’t ask me how many inches ’cause I ain’t one to measure the size of things given to me. All I know is I got one of a fairly nice size that I was jumping up and down about like I’d won it on The Price is Right. When he went to Hilton Head Island this year, he got me a turtle-looking paper weight for Mother’s Day. I know. A big difference but I guess he figured I needed some papers to be held down.
He drives me almost everywhere. If it wouldn’t look so ridiculous, I’d have him lift me to carry me in the house and I think he’d do it if I asked. How in the world can any new fella come into my life and top that, I don’t know. I’d probably settle for him rolling me in on a dolly, if he were an older gentleman. Like, there has to be effort of some sort, you know.
Mr. Boy also cooks great meals for me. When I went to the doctor and saw that some things needed to change in my diet, he got right on it and I felt better than my former self.
This year, for Christmas, Mr. Boy gave me a diamond ring and told me to never take it off, even during bath time. Girlfriend also became Ms. Fiance, only she got hers after graduating The University of Georgia the week before. She got diamond earrings today. You can tell how much Mr. Boy loves me ’cause he picked out a girl like I was at their age. All sweet and shy and shit. I’m still (ahem) like that in subtle and obvious ways, depending on the situation.
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Little Totsy spoils me too and what a whipper snapper she is with her little busy self. When she cooks something, she stands over us and asks, “So, how does it taste? Do you like it?” and we’d better say yes. She found an oatmeal raisin cookie recipe on the web and whipped them up for us, along with chocolate chip cookies for Christmas dessert that Ms. Fiance told her how to make. Little Totsy was constantly baking on Christmas eve and Christmas day. “How are they, mommy?” she’d ask before I could let the taste settle in my mouth, with her hand riding her little hip. “Good. So good, Little Totsy,” I replied, like a hostage with a gun to my head. This is how it goes every time she cooks anything. I imagine the young man who ends up with her (very far in the future) is gonna show her some appreciation, whether he wants to or not.
I’ve had a grand time on Christmas, y’all. I hope you have too.
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Your son sounds like my grandson, Cyrus. He drives over to pick me up and take me to the doctor. If he thinks I’m tired, he has and will always pick me up and carry me! He’s 19 now, and he still calls his “G’Ma” twice a week to see how I’m doing. At parties, he makes sure my drink has ice and that I have a plate in front of me at all times. He also holds my arm when I walk with him. Lord, Totsy, he will make some girl very happy one day!
Little Totsy is a treasure. She’s beautiful, smart and she can bake! She’s what we call “a piece of work”, that one is! Some guy in the FAR future is going to have to bring his “A” game to catch her!
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Darlin’.
We are VERY fortunate to have such men in our lives. And yes, Little Totsy is a piece of work. I hope she makes that fella in her very-far-into-the-future work every bit as hard as she has Mr Boy and I working for her.
And Merry Christmas to you, Ms.Divine Diva.
Seems like Little Totsy will be “cookin up a storm” when she grows up.
Well, you know, some women don’t ask for enough, so they get so little in return. Better to be the cooker than to get cooked.
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You’re welcome.
Hmm, I don’t want to go all Freud on you but buying his mother a diamond ring whilst engaged to La Fiancee? It’ll be interesting to see which one of the two of you he’ll carry over the threshold first. Other than that he sounds a darling. Not as darling, naturally, as my own Angel who many a moon ago also bought me a paperweight. Whilst no paper could possibly move with the full 2 kg (just weighed it on my kitchen scales) holding it down, it would make a very good, inconspicuous, weapon to smash someone’s head in. Which is, I suspect, the reason the Angel gave it to me in the first place. A little less obvious than buying me a pistol or some pepper spray to defend myself.
May I borrow your daughter (occasionally)? Come to think of it, Totsy, you and I might end up in-laws, sharing our grandchildren, should Miss Totsy fall in love with the Angel (and vice versa obviously). No rush. He can wait. My wedding gift (to the bride) will be a rolling pin – let me know if she prefers wood or marble.
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The fiancee shall go over the threshold. I’ll wait my day. But I won’t go rounds on you with whose son is better. Of course, mine is.
Of course you may borrow my Little Totsy. I’m encouraging her to see the world and since you’re in another part of it, I’ll ship her to you the latter part of summer. She’ll take nothing less than a marble rolling pin. Thank you very much. We shall make hilarious in-laws together.
Totsy – I’ve been quietly reading your blog and loving it – but it’s time to come out in the open and say that
I’m so glad you have such wonderful children and I can sense your love and pride – and I’m sure they’re a huge credit to you! Have a wonderful holiday season! ♥
Hello, Corinne. You know, I thought I heard somebody running from the yard a few times but the cops told me it was neighborhood children playing. It was you all along, huh?
Glad you have enjoy the blog. These younguns teach me, so I kinda have to keep up with them. Thanks for giving me credit but I have to credit their dad with staying on top of them too. He sneaks around here from time to time too. Maybe y’all were running from my yard together when I called the cops.
Enjoy your holiday too.
Thank you very much for your comment on my blog. I am starting an essay on Freud now and finding it very hard, so lots of studying needed to get another distinction. Loved your blog sounds like you have a lovely family. I will drop by and read some more in the future. Happy 2012 to you and your family.:)
Ann
You’re quite welcome.
Good luck on the essay. I’d like to think my essay writing days are over but I don’t think so. I think you’ll get more distinctions than you’ll be able to count.
Thanks for checking me out. See you around, when your head’s not buried in Freud or some other great book of study.
Wow, you do have some nice kids, Totsy! And they both cook. Congrats to your son and Ms. Fiance.
Thanks. I’ve taught Little Totsy certain things in the kitchen but big brother is the chef and she got better learning from him.
Yes, I remember you said your son’s a chef. Good for you, Totsy!!
Your son is getting married? Wow. That must feel weird. I hope you like the fiance ’cause I get the feeling if you don’t, she won’t be fiance for very long! Go little totsy! You HAVE to oooh and ahhh over what she bakes for you. It’s the rules
Not weird. He dated to marry, I think.
I don’t get absorbed in his life in the way of choosing and discarding who will be in his life. I’ve got my own life to tend, or least I need to work on getting a life, which will take some energy on my part.
Yes, oohing and ahhing is the rule. I do a lot of that. You know, when we do, they become encouraged and get better. She actually does a pretty good job with the menu she knows.
Happy Holidays Totsy. Your son sounds like a gem!
Thanks, Amor. I think he is.
I guess you did have a great Christmas! Your son is generous in every way. Daughter, too.
Those offspring of ours, they do make our lives interesting and full, don’t they?
Yes, I did. They make it pretty fun because we laugh and joke around so much. Little Totsy is so serious about holidays and birthdays. She’s the planner in the family. So yes, the offspring put a whole different and new perspective on everything. It would be no big to-do for me otherwise.
I don’t care what anybody said – your son is a wonderful boy! You did superb job raising him and your daughter!!! Congrats on the engagement! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas Totsy!!
Why, thank you, Ariana.
I’ll pass the congrats on to Mr. Boy and tell Little Totsy how she’s doing such a great job.
I had a wonderful Christmas, indeed. I hope you did as well. Happy New Year!
~~~~Obviously you taught Mr. Boy RIGHT
He loooves his Mama.
Isn’t he that gorgeous looking dude who sings?
WOW. You did GREAT, Mama T. Xx
Congrats on the engagement, too.
Thank you. Kim.
Oh no, Mr. Boy can’t sing a lick. I’d pimp him really hard if he were any good at singing.
Tots, congrats on your about-to-be daughter-in-law and your two wonderful children. Great looking cookies. Yes, the holidays are being very good to me this year. I am so blessed–especially to have so many new blogging/writer friends. Georgia, you say? That is where I lived for 22 years and raised my children.
Thanks, Granbee.
Glad to know you’re enjoying the holidays.. Yes, GA it is. Catching a lotta rain down this way. I suppose that better than snow.
Oh, Totsy, I love this post! Your kids sound so wonderful and remind me of my own kids. My son lives with me right now and is so helpful around the house. He is dating a lovely woman who spends a lot of time here (and reminds me of my young self). My daughter is home for the holidays and loves to bake, bake bake all the time. We are so lucky, aren’t we?
Thank you. We are VERY lucky women, I’d say.