Thursday, April 28, 2011

An evening with the grands

They have a trampoline, a wii, sand in the backyard and are ready to get down and play with these two little balls of energy. My dad was busy painting his house, working on making it look really nice, so he didn't do much playing.
My mom hurt her back even more after this trampoline party. They were spinning, jumping, laughing and falling. She sat for a while to catch her breath and my sweetie pie Jonas said, "Grandma needs water. I'll go get her some." He did. He brought her a glass of water and she thought that was the sweetest.
Every time we go to their house, we always leave late. I don't know what it is. I try to pack up early but it just never happens. We get so comfy and before we know it, it's 8:45, way past the boys bed time. They usually are in bed by 7:30-45 to be asleep by 8. When I walk into their house I get this familiar feeling, like I never left.
But I feel bad going over there sometimes with all my crew. There are so many of us now, poor grandparents. So many arms that want to be held, so many little hearts that want their attention.
When I'm there I feel I can relax a little and let them take over for a while, although I feel guilty doing so. They aren't getting younger, but they love to give these babes the attention they so crave from their grammy and gramps.

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