Sunday, December 18, 2011
Today was a really nice day. Gum Gum as I am called
now by my youngest grandson and Pacqua as they call
my husband, got to babysit while their Mommy and Daddy,
finished up Christmas shopping.
They played in the leaves and and buried themselves and
threw them and then would rake them back up. And do it
all over again.
They played in the newly plowed soil with Pacqua, and
used little shovels. They played in the fort and went down
the slide. They got pushed on the swing-set to go way up
in the sky, and pretended they were "boids."
We made forts and they even got gum gum (me) to draw
them chalk pictures. I drew a house and my grandson tried to
open the door and said, " Oh, it is only a chalk picture, I can't
really go in."
What is different about this age is that with my own children, I was
so busy doing my work, I didn't stop and play. It makes me sad, even
though I was told over and over and I did think it would last forever.
So now, I stop, I don't do my work. There is always tomorrow.
It was a great day and how I wished I could have let them open
every package under the tree. They played with the Nativity and
they undecorated the tree. I am glad that Christmas is
next week because I think, if it was further away, they might
have got to open a few presents. I think this growing older thing
sometimes is pretty fun.
I hope you have a great Monday!