Yesterday was one of those days to remember for a couple of reasons. I actually fulfilled a New Years resolution to do more of the things I enjoy and to play more with the grandkids. (I've already messed up on the resolution to lose the excess winter poundage - but I am not giving up!) I had Lexie and Avery over for part of the day yesterday. They quickly got out the "Teddy Bear Picnic" set to play with (a collection of large doll furniture table setting, iron stove, bed, fireplace, and assorted teddy bears) while I cleaned up the kitchen. We made brownies. I had almost said no to their request to make some since I'd made peanut butter oatmeal cookies for their visit the night before. This would definitely put me in jeopardy of the aforementioned resolution. But their pleas and insistence that grandpa would love them did me in.
Then they wanted to play hide and seek. "Play", there's the keyword. I pounced on it like I used to pounce on dust (remember your poem, Kris?). While I hid one child, and the other counted to 20, I scrambled to find a hiding spot several times, giggling like a kid as the seeker yelled out "Make a noise!" After much success, I was running out of places - after all, one can only use the shower tub just so often. I heard the light steps of little Avery descending the stairs and I was still unhidden. Spying the large green throw gave me an idea. I threw it over my head (it covered me head to foot). I wedged myself into a corner between the pantry door and calendar wall standing tall. What came next almost burst me an artery as I tried to repress laughter. That little pixie ran past me 3 or 4 times without a notice. Finally, standing close and yelling, "Gumma, make a noise!", I just had to make her notice the large fuzzy tree next to her. She looked amazed and she laughed with delight - so did I!
We went on to play with Grandma's jewelry and large silk scarves, running through the house as Mexicans (tied at the waist), Japanese (tied around our torsos), or Indians (not American), draped just so. And that, my friends, was fun! Dust and clutter will always be there to deal with. -- Later!
*Can you believe, Mike and I later took brownies and cookies to Shelli's and shared a movie (Flight of the Navigator) with the grandkids while Shelli and Trevor were at a party. We surprised the kids and had a great evening snuggling. Then we chatted with Shelli until 1:00am. None of us had a clue how late it was. Now, that's a good time!!
(38" 30 lb. Mackinaw Lake Trout)
Then they wanted to play hide and seek. "Play", there's the keyword. I pounced on it like I used to pounce on dust (remember your poem, Kris?). While I hid one child, and the other counted to 20, I scrambled to find a hiding spot several times, giggling like a kid as the seeker yelled out "Make a noise!" After much success, I was running out of places - after all, one can only use the shower tub just so often. I heard the light steps of little Avery descending the stairs and I was still unhidden. Spying the large green throw gave me an idea. I threw it over my head (it covered me head to foot). I wedged myself into a corner between the pantry door and calendar wall standing tall. What came next almost burst me an artery as I tried to repress laughter. That little pixie ran past me 3 or 4 times without a notice. Finally, standing close and yelling, "Gumma, make a noise!", I just had to make her notice the large fuzzy tree next to her. She looked amazed and she laughed with delight - so did I!
