As much as I adore having sleepovers with my older two grandsons (6 and 3), it can be exhausting. I combined a late-night conversation (deep and somewhat disturbing) with Older Daughter last night with an early morning knock on my bedroom door from Obro this morning. I hopefully thought that he wanted to come in to snuggle and might go to sleep, but he’s a constant talker and was doing some wolf howls as well. So, between that and running after hand helicopters and being lovingly engaged with the two little boys, as well as juggling food and clean-up, I’m…ready for bed at 7:30 p.m. As I keep saying to people, “I’m almost 70 years old.” And most of them respond, “But you don’t act like it!”
The trip to Dash Point State Park had an inauspicious beginning. Obro, who has the nose of a bloodhound, did NOT like the smell of the seaweed.
Sometimes you just have to give new things a try–and be patient.
Sharky eventually warmed up to the beach and even waded in the water, as Obro was fussing at me because of the sand between his toes. Well, it IS scratchy and annoying.
It was a gorgeous day at the beach with too many people and lots of barbeques. There were dogs everywhere, so I watched where I walked. Sunshine and perfect Pacific Northwest temperatures plus improved attitudes from the boys made for a perfect outing!
After the beach, we surprised the boys by taking them to a local ice cream shop. I wasn’t very impressed, but Obro loved his chocolate scoop. Eat dessert first, right?
Finally, Older Daughter posted a few more photos of Sharky’s family birthday party. Obro is getting friendlier with his littlest cousin.
Remember how I wanted a picture of me with all four grandsons? Well, this wasn’t what I had in mind. I envisioned a posed shot with everyone looking at the camera and smiling. I would have had my hair combed and lipstick on. Yet I will treasure this photo nonetheless.
This week has the potential to be crazy since Younger Daughter is working on-site instead of from home, 40 minutes away on a decent traffic day. I’ll be the backup for her boys’ pick-up since the daycare closes at 6. I now have two car seats in my backseat! Baby Daddy works until 7 p.m. so he can’t help. I also volunteered to come over before 7 a.m Wednesday to spend a few hours with Ian before delivering him to daycare, so he won’t spend as much time there. I have a coffee date with a close friend after that, and Book Club later in the day. Younger Daughter has lamented that she hates inconveniencing people, and I’ve answered that I volunteered to help out, that I love being with my grandsons and that I AM HER MOTHER. She will understand some day.
Also, cuteness overload!
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