Posted in Musing & Stories

Overnights with the Grandchild

So, sometimes I let myself get roped into “another night at Grandma’s house.”  Yup. It’s the ‘consecutive play-days’ that cause all my arthritic anatomy to pitch a fit. For 3 days after the car-wave goodbye.

Nothing like her Mom. Speaking of both grand kid and myself. 3 very different generations of red-heads.

This wee toddler- 3.5 year old asksandasksandasks to know what everything IS, DOES, AND WHO IT BELONGS TO. She will trash this tiny trailer with learning material in two hours or less with all the imagination of a highly intelligent Border Collie pup {Ha!}… (usually 9 out of 10 visits, we’re at the stove cooking eggs within the first 90 minutes.)

But not Friday … She got sick; earache etc…. didn’t even wanna pick dandelions with me, and that was kinda odd.  There was a 3:30am run for meds.  Saturday, she recovered except for sniffles so there was much running and we pretended to be Flyin’ Birds in the yard – with daffodil petals she yanked to make our wings.

Her mom picked her up last evening. Today, our Tiny Trailer smells like muscle cream and looks like somebody drove a herd of sheep down Sesame Street!

Also…  DING! Let the Yard-Sales begin in Indiana. I got an entire bagged set of alphabet puzzle mats – minus the N insert! Grandma SCORE!! And you know the Vintage mixers that never die?? Yup! Daughter got her wedding pressie early.


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