Smelly Nindy

Smelly  Main Entry:smellyPart of Speech:adjectiveDefinition:having a bad odorSynonyms:evil-smelling, fetid, foul, foul-smelling, funky*,high, malodorous, mephitic, noisome, olid,putrid, rancid, rank, reeking, stinking, strong, strong- smelling, whiffyAntonyms:good-smelling, perfumed Since I was a little girl, I've had "hyper-sensitive" reactions to certain odors. I can smell dirty hair from across the room or someone's sweet perfume. Certain smells, evoke certain feelings for me.  For instance, there is nothing like a just bathed, "greased and floured" baby. (Baby magic and powder- which I know they don't use anymore due to breathing hazards) When I was pregnant with Jeff, I worked in the church baby nursery and I had "dibbs" on a baby named Zachery.   I would hold him on my big pregnant belly, plant my nose on the top of his head and inhale the sweet scent of "Nestles" hair gel and rock away. I bought every bottle of it I could find in anticipation to the arrival of our baby.  I would sit in the baby nursery and spray "baby powder scent"  and dream of holding our first born and 2 1/2 years later, the same with our second son, CJ. When our boys were growing up, they would make random comments, like "this smells like "Nanny B's house or Nanny K's"   You could sense the calmness and almost a safe feeling they would feel whenever they experienced that certain smell. My favorite store is one called "Essentials" in Casady Square.  It is a world of many scents.   It has become one of Alessondra's favorite places to go with her Nindy, but she calls it  the "Smelly Store."  As soon as we enter, she hooks a little basket over her elbow and asks the clerk "What's new?" (She isn't asking about her personal life, but what hasn't she seen yet)  She knows not to touch anything glass.   Since she can't take baths with anything with fragrant, we buy the fizzies and the bubble-bath for her babydoll that has her own bath tub.  She picks out animal soaps for her baby too. It is so much fun to watch her shop in this store and the people at Essentials thinks she is a hoot! The other night we were over Jeff and Deziray's and Alessondra was showing me pictures of her latest trip to Branson.   She grabs my arm and plants her nose into it and says "you smell so good Nindy, you smell like.......my Nindy"  After a few more sniffs of my arm, she asks to smell my hair and says the same thing.  (Thank goodness, I wash my hair everyday!)  As we went to leave that night, Alessondra yells, "goodnight, my smelly Nindy!"  I yelled back , "goodnight, I take that as a compliment!"  I heard a faint "It is!" Has anyone told you that you were "smelly" today?  It might just make your day!!    Nindy		draft		8:52:00 AM	by Cindy	Delete
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na·ive or na·ïve  (n-v, nä-) also na·if or na·ïf (n-f, nä-)

adj.

1. Lacking worldly experience and understanding, especially:

a. Simple and guileless; artless: a child with a naive charm.

b. Unsuspecting or credulous: "Students, often bright but naive, betand losesubstantial sums of money on sporting events" (Tim Layden).

2. Showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgment: "this extravagance of metaphors, with its naive bombast" (H.L. Mencken).

3.

a. Not previously subjected to experiments: testing naive mice.

n.

One who is artless, credulous, or uncritical

Being naive is not a bad thing, in fact, it reminds us of "times of innocence."  It is also fun if your children or grandchildren are naive and believe the "unbelievable."  I remember when CJ was around 3 and Jeff was 5.  We had taken a trip to Florida.  In the hotel, the remote to the tv was built into the table-top of the table next to the bed.  CJ asked how to turn on the tv. I thought, "ok, I can have some fun with this!"  I told CJ to stand in front of the tv.  He was to blink his eyes once to turn on the tv, twice to turn it off, and to cross his arms and blink if he wanted to change the channel.  As he did this, Jeff and I worked the remote.  It was so funny to watch him doing exactly as instructed.  The first thing he would do when we got back to the room was to stand in front of the tv and madly blink his eyes.  Of course, he didn't think this was too funny when we told him the truth at the end of the trip.

Now I have grandchildren and you know where this is going.  All of them are under the age of 4, so the "naive-ness" is there.  Such as telling them that each time they eat a carrot, their eyes become more beautiful.  Of course with each bite , we have to exclaim of the transformation that is taking place.   Chicken is "princess meat" and makes your hair grow longer.  Brocoli makes you look like "Barbie."

Alessondra likes to feed the birds.  She carefully tears bread into tiny pieces and we spread the bread throughout the backyard.  Imagine her surprise to find out we had "birds of gratitude."  They even leave thank you notes for her.   I write a little note of thanks and even have "chicken scratch" on the note as their signature.  They somehow manage to leave it inside the door!!!

Hopefully, they won't be mad at me when they grow older.  The intent of my heart is purely one of fun and new ways to have them eat when they don't feel like it.

If we think about it, being naive or  the "age of innocence" was really not so bad. Our world consisted of   adults that  didn't lie, the boogy man wasn't disguised as a coach or a scout leader.  We could play outdoors until dark without a parent being present at all times.  Hugging a child, was just that and not mis-interpreted. We felt so safe and secure and didn't have any worries at all, except what was for dinner.  Here's to "being naive!"  Nindy

Grandmothers

grand⋅moth⋅er

   [gran-muhth-er, grand-, gram-] Show IPA

–noun

1.	the mother of one's father or mother.

2.	a female ancestor.

There are many names for grandmother's. Nana, Nanny K, Nanny B, etc..., I am called" Nindy"- a cross between Cindy and Nanny. ( My 2 year old grandaughter, Ava, calls me "Ninny.")

I always wanted to be a mother, and now, in this season of my life, I was so looking forward to being a grandmother. I made a deal with my husband; as soon as we had a grandbaby, I got to retire from the insurance business (after 28 years). I was so glad I made that deal!!!! When I heard Jeff and Deziray were expecting, not only was I going to be a grandma; I got to retire for the first time since I was 14 years old from a job.

The first day I found out about the baby, I bought a journal. Here is the first entry: July 17th, 2004- Today we were told you are growing in mommy's tummy. We are so excited to meet you and hold you! Your mommy and daddy were so excited about you, they flew a plane over our city to announce you're upcoming arrival. I can already feel you in my heart and I am praying for you, mommy and daddy. I bet you were looking out of mommy's belly button when she told us. I hope you felt all the love from everyone that was there. We are going to have so much fun together.

My oldest grandaughter is Alessondra. She is 4 years old. She looks just like her daddy and has the personality of her mother. She is a little "firecracker"! I have never met a personality such as hers. She is beautiful , with brown eyes, brown hair and dimples. She is so smart. She learned to do sign language when she was 9 months old. It was remarkable to see someone that young to communicate that she wants "to play" or "wants more". She lights up a room when she enters it!

Ava is almost 3. The first thing you notice about her are her huge, beautiful eyes. Maybelline will not make a dime off of her! She has blonde hair (a bowl cut) that looks adorable on her. It fits her petite features. She has such a sweet spirit and is so lovable. For now, she calls me "Ninny", but if it never changes to "Nindy", it will not bother me. ( A movie is a loovie, so she has her own words for some things) She looks half like her mom and half like her dad, which is not surprising- if you saw both of their toddler pictures, they looked like they could be brother and sister.

Kinzie is 5 months old. She has strawberry blonde hair and 2 huge dimples when she smiles. She is adorable and learning new things everyday. She hears and sees everything. She lights up when she sees or hears her mother's voice. She is rolling over and loves to grab onto necklaces and hair.

I am so blessed to have these angels in my life. People say the best thing about being a grandparent, is that you can give them back. I have never felt that way. I love having them anytime and will re-arrange my schedule so I can babysit them.

I hope the girls know that I am praying for them everyday. Not only for their safety, health, but for their future and the decisions they make, even for their soul mates in marriage.

Psalms 78:4 " We will not hide the truth from our children, but will tell the next generation about the glorious deeds of the Lord. We will tell of his power and the mighty miracles he did.

Until my next blog- Love, Nindy

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