The house is finally quiet again. Yes, my wife is speaking to me, and yes, the television is on, but the house is STILL quiet. Child A has spent his obligatory twenty minutes with us, and is now back in his room, but that is not the "source" of the quiet. The source of the quiet, of course, is the fact that both grandchildren are now back with their parents. And the house, though full of conversation and television noise, is oh so quiet. That is one of the parts of "grandparentism"that has amazed me since my lovely bride and I were gifted with our first grandchild, and continues to strike me even after our second grandchild came into our world. How quiet the house is after "the children" go home. I know the grandchildren will visit again, relatively soon, but how quiet it is after they go home!
My precious Baby Baby is now three years old and will be four in just a few months. She seems so grown up! She talks so well, problems solves well, helps with little chores, and most of all LOVES for Poppee (me!) to play with her. Yes, I am her playmate. And I love it just as much as she. I have gone through countless Peppa Pig adventures with her. Today's Peppa adventure included me starring as "Monster Poppee" who endlessly trapped "Princess Peppa," only to foiled in his evil plans by "Prince George" who in "real life" is Peppa's younger brother. Next we spend hours playing "True and Bartleby" I don't know the actual name of the cartoon, I think it may be "The Adventures of True" but that is just a guess on my part. True is a young lady who goes on many adventures, and shares those adventures her friend and CAT, Bartleby. When we are "in character" as True and Bartleby, True addresses Bartleby, who then answers, "Yes, True." If Poppe does not get that answer right, play is stopped immediately until "Bartleby" answers correctly..."Yes, True." We go to the Wishing Tree to get three wishes that help solve the particular problem in a certain adventure. Then we hurry to the "scene" of whatever the problem might be by riding on "Cumulo," a friendly cumulus cloud who is always ready at True's beck and call. If one were to visit our home while Baby Baby was there, that person would be treated to the delightful scene of "True" leading around her friend (and cat) Bartleby by the hand, telling Bartleby some important bit of information, then hearing True say, " No Bartleby! You have to say 'yes, True.'"
While all this is going on, Baby Derek, our latest addition, is playing in the floor or bouncing and making noise in his "jumper." Baby Derek is one of the two sweetest babies I have ever seen. The other was his uncle, Child A. Baby Derek is all smalls, and so loving. And he is already a "Honey's baby." That means that he much prefers Honey to Poppee, just as Baby Baby does. For cuddling or comforting purposes, both children prefer Honey to Poppee. The good news is that when Honey is not available, and the choice is between Poppee and being totally ignored, they happily choose Poppee. But Baby Derek a strange little quirk. He has a very bad temper! If his bottle is a few seconds late, he turns red, bulges out the vessels on his cute little head, and suddenly looks like a pint-size, red-tinted miniature Hulk! A wet diaper turns our sweet little man into Hulk 2, as does placing him on his blanket on the floor for "tummy time" if he thinks he is not ready. But he is such a joy! He and his sister have greatly decorated our lives, my Lovely Bride and I.
And that is what makes the house so quiet when they leave, our little Baby Baby and Baby Derek. They decorate our lives, as I am sure that all grandchildren do for all grandparents. Our children are not "dethroned" by the arrival of grandchildren, but instead our lives, blessed by children, are doubly blessed when grandchildren appear in our lives. The laughter, the occasional tears, and yes, even the hours spent as True's friend, Bartleby, all decorate our lives, literally brightening our happy home. So when it is finally time for the children to go home, even though I know they will be back soon, it seems so quiet. My lovely bride comments in a somewhat saddened voice, "Sweetie, it sure is quiet now." She is right. Even with the TV on and conversation going on, the house seems so very quiet. And so it is, but only for a short while. The babies will be here again soon, and once again, the quiet will be chased out of the house for at time.
My precious Baby Baby is now three years old and will be four in just a few months. She seems so grown up! She talks so well, problems solves well, helps with little chores, and most of all LOVES for Poppee (me!) to play with her. Yes, I am her playmate. And I love it just as much as she. I have gone through countless Peppa Pig adventures with her. Today's Peppa adventure included me starring as "Monster Poppee" who endlessly trapped "Princess Peppa," only to foiled in his evil plans by "Prince George" who in "real life" is Peppa's younger brother. Next we spend hours playing "True and Bartleby" I don't know the actual name of the cartoon, I think it may be "The Adventures of True" but that is just a guess on my part. True is a young lady who goes on many adventures, and shares those adventures her friend and CAT, Bartleby. When we are "in character" as True and Bartleby, True addresses Bartleby, who then answers, "Yes, True." If Poppe does not get that answer right, play is stopped immediately until "Bartleby" answers correctly..."Yes, True." We go to the Wishing Tree to get three wishes that help solve the particular problem in a certain adventure. Then we hurry to the "scene" of whatever the problem might be by riding on "Cumulo," a friendly cumulus cloud who is always ready at True's beck and call. If one were to visit our home while Baby Baby was there, that person would be treated to the delightful scene of "True" leading around her friend (and cat) Bartleby by the hand, telling Bartleby some important bit of information, then hearing True say, " No Bartleby! You have to say 'yes, True.'"
While all this is going on, Baby Derek, our latest addition, is playing in the floor or bouncing and making noise in his "jumper." Baby Derek is one of the two sweetest babies I have ever seen. The other was his uncle, Child A. Baby Derek is all smalls, and so loving. And he is already a "Honey's baby." That means that he much prefers Honey to Poppee, just as Baby Baby does. For cuddling or comforting purposes, both children prefer Honey to Poppee. The good news is that when Honey is not available, and the choice is between Poppee and being totally ignored, they happily choose Poppee. But Baby Derek a strange little quirk. He has a very bad temper! If his bottle is a few seconds late, he turns red, bulges out the vessels on his cute little head, and suddenly looks like a pint-size, red-tinted miniature Hulk! A wet diaper turns our sweet little man into Hulk 2, as does placing him on his blanket on the floor for "tummy time" if he thinks he is not ready. But he is such a joy! He and his sister have greatly decorated our lives, my Lovely Bride and I.
And that is what makes the house so quiet when they leave, our little Baby Baby and Baby Derek. They decorate our lives, as I am sure that all grandchildren do for all grandparents. Our children are not "dethroned" by the arrival of grandchildren, but instead our lives, blessed by children, are doubly blessed when grandchildren appear in our lives. The laughter, the occasional tears, and yes, even the hours spent as True's friend, Bartleby, all decorate our lives, literally brightening our happy home. So when it is finally time for the children to go home, even though I know they will be back soon, it seems so quiet. My lovely bride comments in a somewhat saddened voice, "Sweetie, it sure is quiet now." She is right. Even with the TV on and conversation going on, the house seems so very quiet. And so it is, but only for a short while. The babies will be here again soon, and once again, the quiet will be chased out of the house for at time.
Grandchildren are so fun! I am starting to realize that being an auntie may be far better then being a parent. All the fun with zero responsibilities! And naps, when they leave, you get naps!
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