Michael’s family abides by the tradition that the eldest grandchild carries a duty to name his or her grandparents. Michael named his mom’s parents “Bubba” and “Gumpy.” My eldest named Michael’s parents “Summa” and “Bucka”. My parents became “Nana” and “Abuelo”. Now the Grand Girl has dubbed us “Booma” and “Boopa”.
I just spent two weeks with the Grand Girl, as her Momma had a business trip and Da is in school. My first morning there I awoke to a little voice singing “Booma Booma” in the next room.

I got her out of her crib, changed the diaper and we went back to sleep for a bit. Having this experience with one’s own child is pretty special. Doing it again with the Grand Girl takes things to a higher plane.

My Girl didn’t leave until later in the afternoon so I got to spend a little time with them as their own family.

The GG loves putting her fingers in the mix. Makes everything taste better.

Matt needed to do school stuff the next day, so I went shopping with the GG, stocked up on groceries, and then we went to the hardware store to find anchors to hang an art installation.

Installed! The moss balls were very happy to be up off the floor.

Our two weeks whizzed by.

We took a 6 hour car ride to go see Nana in New Mexico.

We visited for a while before going back to Colorado.

We marveled at how amazing it is to have daughters, grand daughters and great grand daughters.

We reveled in the loot Momma brought back from Italy.

The Grand Girl may remember none of this (she is only 2), but the important thing is that she feels safe in my lap and she knows we love her. It takes time and energy to make anything grow. Becoming Booma (and Boopa) is one of our most precious projects.