5 years, 5 months.
When Mommy visited Grandma in California last week, I invited Nonna and Papa to come up from Alabama for a few days.
I took off Saturday morning to go to the gym and then meet a friend for coffee. Meanwhile, you and Nonna decided to have some good old-fashioned fun, by turning our kitchen table (which usually serves as my “office” for work) into an arts-and-crafts station.
The week before, our family had visited a nearby pumpkin farm and you chose two little pumpkins as your souvenirs.
You decided that you wanted to paint them with Nonna… with your fingers!
So you did- and you sure had fun!
4 years, 7 months.
You and your cousin Darla have this tradition of “putting Papa in jail” every time the two of you get together.
My understanding of it is that you “arrest” him by taking him to a closet, where he has to wait until the two of you hide, then he has to come find you.
Afterwards, it typically ends with him reading you a book; or a similar activity while you sit in his lap.
Especially now during Christmas break, I am hearing daily, “Papa, you have to go to jail!”
He has quite the criminal record by now.
4 years, 4 months.
I have a feeling you might have initiated the idea to go to Marshalls, while Nonna and Papa were taking care of you when Mommy and me were in Colorado a couple of weeks ago.
Needless to say, by the time you got back from the store, you ended up with a new pair of light-up Minnie Mouse shoes, a Paw Patrol “smart watch” toy, and a tin of Paw Patrol cookies.
When you go with Mommy and me to Marshalls, you simply are looking to see what you will ask for the next time Nonna and Papa are in town!
4 years old.
You have been interested in the strawberry plant that Nonna started growing this year. You knew that once the green strawberries turned red, they would be ready to eat.
I just happened to with you as you walked by and said, “Nonna, look, it’s a red strawberry!”
After wiping the dirt off of it with her shirt, she handed it to you to eat.
I didn’t believe that you would actually even try it. I was wrong…
Three quick bites later, the strawberry was gone. That is the freshest fruit you have ever eaten!
9 years, 5 months.
I enjoy looking out the window and seeing you jumping on the trampoline with Papa; specifically now that he is retired.
It reminds me of 30 years ago when I was your age and he would jump with me.
I’m glad he enjoys jumping with you, because for some reason, after I stopped being a kid, it started making me too dizzy and disoriented to jump on a trampoline anymore.
When I see the two of you jumping together, it makes me think of the song I recently wrote, called “These are the Good Ole Days”.
It is important to recognize how fortunate we are, even if in the moment, it doesn’t seem like we are in the good ole days; because we probably are.