In just 9 weeks since my last visit to see the grandkids, Max’s (age 4) vocabulary has grown exponentially, and he now supplements verbal expression with his hands.
One of my favorites was sitting with him first thing in the morning when he was waking up. We were the first ones up, and we sat together in silence while I soaked in his essence.
When his Daddy, my son, got up, he only had time for a hug and a quick story, (a book of “knock knock” jokes I had bought the kids) before he left for a 12-hour shift in the E.R.
Max had a cold and was feeling out of sorts. Consequently, he was more needy than usual for his Mommy. When she was folding laundry, he kept pushing for her undivided attention. When she suggested he play with Grandmummy instead so she could finish the laundry, he shouted, “But I love you so much, and I only love Grandmummy medium!”
Max did enjoy playing doctor, however. Here he stands in his new garb in front of the stockings knit by yours truly:
In nine weeks, two-year-old Zoe went from saying a few unclear words to speaking in short sentences, and parroting back everything I say to her in understandable words. Although she can’t say “Grandmummy” and calls me “Gummy.” I love my new nickname.
It has become impossible to take photos because every time Zoe sees the camera, she wants it. “MY TURN!” she screams. The only way to snap her picture is when she’s distracted. Here she is at an indoor playground at cousin, Sean’s, 1st birthday celebration:
When Max and Zoe left, Max teared up and said, “I’m going to miss you, Grandmummy!” Phew! I thought I had been relegated to “medium” status. 😉
P.S. On my next visit, lunch with the DILs, probably in Manhattan. Just the three of us. 🙂
Yours in aging with class,
Jane (dba Gummy)
P.P.S. Feel free to click on all photos for the full effect.