Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Trail of Toys

It's 8:44 a.m. and I am ready to go back to bed.

Grandson has been up since 5:50 a.m.  This is happy complaining, mind you, and it's not really complaining, it's just that I am amazed the amount of energy it takes to be with a toddler for a day, or a morning.  Litany of the dawn:

  • ate grapes
  • didn't want to be looked at or touched
  • pulled books off the shelf just for the helluvit
  • ate cheerios
  • drank juice
  • ate oatmeal (two helpings)
  • watch some baby tiger cartoon
  • took the dog for a walk
  • pulled his backpack out and unloaded all the toys into the kitchen
  • ate more grapes
  • got changed and dressed
  • brushed teeth
  • drove mom to her teaching assignment
  • drove grandson to daycare
  • empty the dishwasher
  • clean up breakfast dishes
  • pick up toys in kitchen, living room, bedroom
  • brew a second cuppa and put on some relaxing music
And I think there may be some laundry around here somewhere.....

There's a reason we have kids when we are young.  I am usually perplexed when I hear of a 40 something expectant mother.  Yoy.  When my daughter was young, we had friends who had their first baby when she was 40, her second boy when she was 45.  Granted, this woman had lots of energy -- she had to.

At 56, I discover that I have enough energy to help out for a few days with my grandson, but I'll probably rest a lot when I get back home.  Hell, it's been two days since I showered.  I've been making do with sponge baths because that's just the way it is.  Oh, how I recall the days of young motherhood when I was 32.

Oh, and last night, I gave him a bath (fun!) and afterwards as I stood him up to brush his teeth, he pulled away from the toothbrush, faced the bathroom door and proceeded to pee on the tile floor.  I picked him up mid-stream and stuck him on his potty.  But, alas, he had peed himself out.  He thought it was pretty funny to pee on the floor.  It was even funnier when dad cleaned it up.  Good times.

I do love him so.



11 comments:

  1. busy busy busy! i well remember the trails of toys (this is a major source of lego-related parental foot injuries), and also little-boy pee humor.

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  2. Same for me although mine are now able to take care of themselves. Still it's a game for young people not someone 70-- other than enjoy time with them, which is especially nice with mommy there to deal with it all.

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    1. mommy just had surgery, so she can't pick him up or hold him in her lap! Normally, mommy picks up the slack just fine. Daddy is doing a great job -- coming home from a long day at work and taking the boy out for a walk, bathing him and putting him to bed. He's such a good daddy.

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  3. I can't imagine what it must be like to be a full-time grandma like this. I realize that without having ever been a birth mother, it really is a stretch for me to figure out how to engage with babies non-stop for long periods of time. I don't have the mindful stamina to be "on" like that. It is so wonderful that you know how to do this. Cute stories, lots of work. I hope you get a nice long hot shower soon! It'll feel SO GOOD.

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    1. Thank goodness for day care is all I can say.

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  4. I'm doing vicarious grandparenting here.

    So glad you can make this happen for me!

    Ha.

    T.

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  5. I know you love him...and I know what you are saying. Cherish those toddler years because the ZOOM by. :) I love the..does not want to be looked at or touched. LOL!

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    1. yeah, when he first wakes up he either wants mega cuddling or NO LOOKING, TOUCHING. I know what that feels like.

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  6. Oh, those toddlers are such fun! I loved this post.

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    1. They are, and when I picked him up at daycare and he ran to me with open arms and a giant smile: be still my heart.

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