We have fallen into a bit of routine, my new grandson and I. I am the good Grandma, and my husband is the mean Grandpa who steps in occasionally and, with his deep voice and stern manner, puts an abrupt end to the unacceptable outbursts of noise, and the tears that sometimes accompany them.
My inclination is to scoop the little man up with, "There, there, I know you miss your mom and dad." (Or at least TRY to scoop. The little fellow weighs a good solid 40 pounds. He likes to sit on the washer for his bedtime prayers, and he has to 'jump' to help me get him up there!)
Later, when we are lying in bed talking, hubby will chuckle at the quick results he gets. He is really quite fond of Bouncing Boy, but he is leveraging the ability he has to produce 'shock and awe' as long as he can. Which is a good thing, because as Grandpa has observed, he pretty well has Grandma wrapped around his little finger.
At first, Walking Girl was thrilled to have Bouncing Boy here, and was anxious to be of assistance whenever and wherever possible. Alas, the 'new' is wearing off the situation, and she is not as ready to step in and help Grandma with some of the constant watching that 3 year olds require! The ideal scenario is when all three grands volunteer to take Bouncing Boy for a walk to the park, etc.
Today is a rainy day. So far, so good. We have told stories in bed, had breakfast, and he is entertaining Grandma by sitting on my bed 'reading' some favorite stories while I enter my calories on my sp calorie counter. And tap out this blog. Which has to come to an abrupt end. Little man has left the room, an is not responding to my inquiry of 'where are you?'. So wish me luck!