There are five little boys in my life . . . I call them my grandsons . . . even though technically I’m step-grandma . . . but they call me Grammy Pammie and I love them with all my heart . . . and they brighten my life more than I can ever say . . .
I’m one of four girls . . . I have one younger brother . . . and he’s six years younger than me . . . I grew up in a land of doll babies, paper dolls, Barbies, frilly dresses and pretty shoes . . . I know a little about Boyland because of my brother but because of our age difference I didn’t pay much attention . . .
Fast forward to now . . . I know about fart jokes . . . I’m learning the names of different dinosaurs . . . I go to t-ball games . . . I’ve watched just about every episode of “Blaze and The Monster Machines” . . . I know how to play “Plants vs Zombies” video game . . . the Baby Shark song is stuck in my head . . . I bought Nerf guns for the older boys for Christmas and will continue Prince Charming’s tradition of buying a Tonka truck for the youngest boy.
Occasionally, I walk down the Barbie aisle in the toy department or through the girls clothes department and think “oh gosh I miss this stuff” . . . and then I discover the latest DVD of “Blaze” and find a cool new Hot Wheel that the boys would like . . .
Boyland is starting to be familiar territory for me . . .