Grammy Spends Time With Her Grandson!
The Mess...I'll clean it soon...I promise
I am sitting here...trying to relax...
It's hard to do because I know I need to clean up this mess. There are toys strewn all over my living room and up and down the hall. A juice box is sitting on the table...and I think that may be a diaper over there in the corner.
As much as I love my weekdays teaching and tutoring, I love my weekends even more. And not just because it gives me a break from the stress of the work week, but because it usually means Jax.
Jax is my younger grandson. Jaxon Landyn. I have two wonderful grandsons...but Miles lives miles away from his Grammy and Papa...and unfortunately I don't get to see him nearly often enough. But, let's face it - I see Jax every morning and it's still not enough.
Jax gets to come to our house every morning so that I can take him to daycare. This is wonderful, but usually its just enough time to eat breakfast and change his clothes before we make the mad dash across town to his daycare...but weekends are different.
Jax gets to spend the night with us most Saturdays. And if I'm lucky I get to pick him up early on Saturday. This weekend was a lucky weekend. Jax came over at around two o'clock Saturday afternoon.
He is only seventeen months old, but I have to remember that when I tell him something, he remembers it. When his mother called me to ask if he could come over early (duh!!) I told her that I might take Jax swimming. She told him and that was it. I HAD to take him swimming!
When we arrived at our house, Jax walked through the house and straight to the back sliding doors. He pounded on the door and pointing to the fence surrounding our pool. What came out of his mouth was "Plsahfiweh...dnehogpa..." but what I heard was "Grammy, I'm just reminding you that you said we could go to the pool. May we go now, please?" (Or was it "Grammy....you said we would go to the pool...what are you waiting for?!?!?")
I took him upstairs so I could change, changed him, put our sunscreen on and we went to the pool.
This boy LOVES water. When you give him a bath, you have to cover the floor with towels to soak up all the water that will be splashed there. He stays in the tub long enough to get all wrinkled and pruny. His mother took him to the ocean and he wanted to see how far out he could go. I'm sure if he was allowed, he would've swam to the Bahamas (or whatever else would have been in that direction!) He just loves the water that much.
When we got to the pool, I put him in a floatie. He splashed and kicked his way across the pool several times and then asked to be picked up. I took him out of the floatie, and he started kicking and trying to swim. He giggled every time he splashed Grammy...and of course, Grammy laughed, too. I walked closer to the side of the pool, and he grabbed the edge and wanted me to let go. I didn't want to let him go there because I knew his grip wasn't good enough. I took him to the steps and sat him down on the top one, which was covered with water. With him sitting, the water came to his chest.
Also at that spot in the pool is the jet that sprays water. It is under water and can't be seen. But Jax could feel it. He kept trying to grab it with his hands. He would giggle every time the water hit his little hands. A few times it sprayed right into his belly, and that REALLY tickled him. When he couldn't grab it, he decided to try something different. He put his face into the water to see if he could get a better view. The first time he did it, the look on his face was priceless! He looked as if couldn't quite understand how his face had gotten so wet and why he couldn't breathe under the water. But he figured it out pretty quick because he did it over and over and over again. I haven't laughed that much in a long time.
After playing in the pool for awhile, I decided it was time to go in. If I would've left it up to him, he would STILL be playing in the water. He cried for a minute, but when I asked if he was hungry he was quickly diverted.
"MMmmmm" he said.That meant "Yes, Grammy, I am hungry and I would like to go to McDonald's please." Either that or "Take me for food. Now!" I prefer to choose the first one...
Of course, we went to McDonald's.
After a cheeseburger, fries and apple juice we went back home to play. First, we played a little basketball, then some baseball, football and a little bit of soccer. Next, we rode the pony (complete with cowboy hat) and took a drive around the living room a few times in the car. After that, we read for awhile and had a snack. Then it was time for bed.
But first, "BBbbbgsssd" which translates, loosely, to "May I have a bath please, and soak your floor?"
Of course, he got to take a bath. And soak the floor.
Then it was into pj's and upstairs to bed, with a few songs and a story and a little rocking. After picking up everything and watching TV for a little bit, it was time for me to go to bed, as well.
And everything started all over at six the morning.
Diaper change, breakfast (with Honey O's being tossed around the floor because, who knows? The dog may be hungry!) Get dressed and start the day.
A little snuggle on the couch while we watched the doggy show. ("Dog...dog...GG...dog!!)
Then Legos, ABC's, chase the dog, puzzles and some more books. Play with Papa for a little bit, throw the football, play monster, hide-n-seek, and patty cake. Sing some songs, chase Papa, have a snack, play some more games and chase Grammy. Then we see the car and decide its time to drive around the living room and down the hall into the office. Oh...there's the stairs...time to climb..."Ccmm Gggg?" ("Coming Grammy?")
Lunchtime came, and with it, hot dogs on the floor and a game of drop the cup and see how many times Grammy will pick it up. (The answer: two times...then it stays on the floor..) While he is eating, Jax begins rubbing his eyes, so I clean him up (and the floor..if the dog hasn't already) and take him upstairs for another round of songs and stories and a nap.
And that was just noontime....
And I loved every single second of it. This is a typical weekend. Sometimes we change things up a bit and go to the farmer's market or take a drive....but usually this is the way the weekend goes. The only thing that could make it better is if Miles could be there every weekend, too...
But that's another hub for another day...
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