Jaci Dawn

Bet you can’t guess what it is!

OK, it’s a good thing I didn’t bet you any money because you probably just won the bet.

Grandsons.

It would be Grandchildren but since there is no estrogen in the mix, it is Grandsons.

I had THREE of them all by myself tonight. THREE. As my son-in-law left them, he thanked me. And I said, “My own kids didn’t get to spend that much one-on-one with their grandparents…” It was mostly due to distance so I am thrilled to be the Grandma within 20 minutes who can take little boys on when she wants to.

I’m a terrible grandma and Javan went home without any clean clothes despite the several pairs of pants his mom packed. We just didn’t get the pull-ups on in time to save them all.(HAHAHA – I have no compunction against getting little kids filthy dirty wet muddy – and Javan’s mom should KNOW to pack way more clothes…) 😉

(She tried to warn me…)

Harvey seemed to understand why he was in the kennel – that was pretty nice of him considering he loves the grandboys. They’re just dubious of the Big Dog that towers over them and barks Loudly. OK, Javan cries.

Zephaniah is 3.5 years old now and has a vivid imagination. He’s very focused and is becoming a “Bert” personality (as in: “don’t mess with my paper clip collection!”).

“Do you want to drive?”

“No, I want to ride.”

“OK, I will drive.”

Zephan went through several such conversations with the little people toys. He hardly moved from this one spot as he played. It was so funny to listen to him make different voices for different characters.

And, yes, he is wearing a sweatshirt in August at 4:30 in the afternoon. Don’t ask.

This kid is mechanically inclined. At age 2, he’s figured out which direction to turn the faucet to get water or to turn it off. Previously, he figured out how to pull apart his plastic yard “tools”.  It comes natural to him.

He was watering my lawn – one wheelbarrow at a time.

And this guy… His personality is just emerging. He’s more like his oldest brother at this stage than he is like Javan. I don’t recall Javes ever playing with the antique insulators on the fence but Z was always fascinated by them. Eli heads straight for them.

We played in the water, rolled balls down the handicap ramp, ate mac and cheese, drove trucks and played in the water, and watched Netflix together. Thankfully, they did not request “Stuart Little: Call of the Wild” one more time. Netflix needs to get some better kids’ programming in.

I just want to say this: I am thankful that I can say “Yes, I will babysit” once in awhile. I think of how much my own children lost by not being close (geographically) to their own grandparents. I want my grandbabies to remember me with exquisite fondness.

Love Gamma.