Post-visit to Gogo Heaven
I spent the end of July and the early part of August with my daughter and my grandchildren. We had so much fun. Although it was pretty wild with the two children (two kids somehow works out to more than two times one!), I got a lot of knitting done and made a bunch more bibs for T.J., the baby, and an adorable dress for Her Majesty, shown here wearing her new dress. The blues look fabulous with her lovely and sparkly blue grey eyes.
I made a bunch more bibs for the baby, little T.J., who is one messy baby boy.
Little kids have unlimited energy and I think it is some horrific cosmic joke that adults, even on a good day, are no match for them. Isabella is 4 and a half and in the “why” stage. Young children have a “take no prisoners” policy, especially when you have to deal with them in gangs (i.e. any number higher than “1)” The math reality of two children works out to something like this: 2 times 1 equals way more than 2!
You would think that this “why stage” business would not bother a reference librarian, or any other kind of librarian, but the staccato interrogation really does cause one’s synapses to start shutting down. Isabella’s mother at one point, told Her Jajesty that she could ask 5 questions an hour, max. So the next question was, “Is an hour a long time?” One day it got so bad that her mother came downstairs and said, with maybe a little too much glee: “Isabella is going to Kinder Care today!” She loves it there, and we needed the break. You want them to be curious, but you can’t even keep up the barrage of questions about everything!
The baby, was in some sort of phase, maybe a growth spurt, where he ate as if they only feed him once a year. When you feed him you have to shovel the food in really fast or he gets mad…so worked up that he then can’t eat. Of course eating that fast makes him throw up a lot of what he eats, but too bad…slow it down at your peril. But don’t overfeed him, either. If you do, he screams! It was hilarious! Trying to walk the Gogo tightrope (I’m Gogo to them).
Their mom got home after leaving me with them to go to an appointment. When she got back that afternoon, the kids looked pretty good. I, on the other hand, was hanging by my fingernails. She noted, however, that I had not combed my hair, nor eaten, nor bathed, nor dressed myself, and probably had not even brushed my teeth. She said, “Welcome to my world.” No kidding!
Isabella is a great big sister. T.J. was fussing for some unknown reason one day when I was taking care of them. His sister looked at me and said one word: “Binky.” I plugged it in and it worked!
I survived…more or less…and the cool thing is that I get to have photo ops like this:
Knitted in Bernat Satin Sport yarn.
Tags: "Debbie Bliss "Maya" yarn, grandchildren, knitting, Page 81 Booties
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August 28, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Your visit sounds fun and really funny! I can just imagine all the questions you had thrown at you. My lil man never shuts up either! lol
August 29, 2008 at 8:10 am
I had a ball and can’t wait to go back! My brain cells have almost recovered from the assault. I hear that the baby is going to be crawling soon. Uh-oh….