Rainy Days and Mondays

There's an old song by The Carpenters about rainy days and Mondays. The chorus of it talks about how rainy days and Mondays always get them down. Au contraire! Rainy days and Mondays can be quite fun as we witnessed yesterday.

It had been a weekend of travel for our children-Carynn, Jamie and Ty went camping; Lynette and some of her friends went camping somewhere else; Bret is traveling to Brazil as I write this, Laura, his pregnant wife, is not traveling; Melinda and Landan traveled to the cabin. Since we'd done some traveling earlier in the week, Michael and I opted to stay closer to home, literally.

I had decided to run out and get some material for a project-taking advantage of a great coupon when I received a call from Carynn and Jamie. Since the weather had been uncooperative they had ended their camping trip early and were wondering if Nana and Papa would like to watch Ty so they could go out. Of course I said yes, we love having Ty over.

We had a fun afternoon playing. These are some of the things I heard Ty say while he was over:

As he was all tucked into his car seat and we were leaving the parking lot of Target, "We're coming Papa."

As we were driving to our house he observed, "The trees go up, up, up to the sky."

Upon arriving at our house and seeing Papa, "Ty's back!"

When I offered to help him put together the tractor trailer that he was playing with he said, "No, Ty fix it."

In the kitchen and having a snack he looked outside and said, "Hummingbird" and then "Baby" as it was so small.

Placing himself in front of the freezer in the garage and saying he "wanted a treat." Then he further defined it by saying, "popsicle." I was so surprised that he remembered the popsicles from last summer that I looked into the freezer, found one and then instructing him to say, "Please, may I have," which he did, I then gave it to him. I know, I know, I shouldn't have caved, but... it was a very small popsicle, it wasn't going to spoil his dinner AND I'm a Nana and that's my job. Really, I found it in the job description: Give your grandchildren what they want, within reason. Okay, I made that up - it's not officially in the granparent handbook but every grandparent knows this unwritten rule. If I ever write a grandparent handbook it'll be in there.

Rainy days and Mondays are fun!

NS