Grandchildren have a way of making you giggle. They have an innocent thought process that is blunt, entertaining, and enlightening all at the same time. They are energizing and exhausting with non-stop movement and questions. This past Sunday I had the pleasure of spending the day with two of my grandchildren for thirteen hours, of which the last five hours also included their brother.
Alexandria is 18 months old and constantly on the move. She doesn’t talk; she grunts and points then nods yes or no. She doesn’t play with toys. It is more fun to explore and get into things she shouldn’t. A cup of water is great for drinking. However when grandma isn’t looking it is much more fun to pour it out on the kitchen floor and sit beside it, splashing in the mini inside puddle that has been created.
Why would brother want the track to his train to remain put together? Does he really need all the parts of the train? Apparently not, at least as far as Alexandria is concerned. Gee Grandma, all the stuff you had in that box you expected to stay there? I thought it would look much better dumped out all over the floor.
Hey, you know that neat round end table that holds your lamp? Did you know I fit inside and it can hide me too? Yep, doesn’t bother me a bit to climb inside and close the door. Oh by the way, just because I sit in my high chair and put the tray over myself doesn’t mean I am hungry. It just means I want to watch you prepare my food and give it to me so I can take two bites and be done. You thought it meant more?

Alexandria climbed into her high chair and put the top over her lap. Photo by Grace Grogan. Copyright 2016.
Now Corbin, who is five is a bit more independent and forthcoming with what he wants and needs. And for heaven sake, don’t forget to lock the bathroom door or you may have company. When the door burst open I told him I was going potty and he isn’t supposed to enter. “But I needed to tell you something.”
Corbin likes playing a food game on the pad and showing me what he has made.
Me: “You made yourself a hamburger?”
Corbn: “No, I made it for a human”
Me: “You’re a human”
Corbin: “No, I’m just a kid. I’m not big enough to be a human. I’m just a little kid.”

Alexandria climbed into her high chair and put the top over her lap. Photo by Grace Grogan. Copyright 2016.
Then he looks at my wall in the TV Room. “Hey, where did the picture of the train go?”
Me: ” It is on the wall by the front door”
Corbin: “Why isn’t it on that wall?”
Me: “I moved things around so I would have something different to look at.”
Corbin then runs to the front to make sure I haven’t lied about the location of the train photograph. Then returns.
Corbin: “No. The train needs to be on that wall so I can see it.” He can see it where I moved it to, he just can’t see it continuously when sitting on the couch, and Corbin loves trains.
And so went my day. Then around 5:30 pm Austin, who is 10, was dropped off at my house. As long as both pads were working and I kept the TV on a kids movie things were relatively quiet. However they are brothers. Peace can only last so long, especially when the younger one is a tease. I did manage to keep the war zone at a fairly peaceful level for the next five hours, thanks to battery chargers.
As the day moved into evening Corbin looked at me and said “I think my mother forgot to come home.” I assured him she had not forgotten. It was just taking her longer than she thought. When my daughter called to give me an update on her progress in getting back to pick the kids up I put Corbin on the phone so she could tell him she would be there soon. Corbin’s response “okay, but I’m playing a game on the pad” and he handed the phone back to me. So much for concern!
Then it gets dark. Austin used to stay overnight with us all the time, but Corbin has never gone somewhere and spent the night without his mother and/or brother with him. Not long before my daughter arrived to pick the kids up Corbin looked at me. “I’m ready to go home now, Its dark and I don’t like to sleep other places.”
My daughter arrived to pick them up at 10:30 pm. It was a fun day. It was an exhausting day. After they left I sat down in the chair for what I intended to be a 10 minute rest and woke up at 11:40 and went to bed.
When I think back over my day there is a song lyric playing in my mind: The Mr. Mom song, remember it? “Pampers melt in a Maytag dryer, crayons go up one drawer higher, rewind Barney for the 16th time, breakfast six, naps at nine. There’s bubble gum in the baby’s hair, sweet potatoes in the lazy chair…been busy all week long, and it’s only Monday Mr. Mom.”
Exhausting as it was, I will always do it again, if for nothing more than the fun of grandchildren giggles.










I have applied and received a mortgage modification, learned to pay bills, met with our financial advisor, gathered tax information for our CPA, handled an IRS audit, closed our joint account and opened my own account for handling of stocks. I have contacted numerous accounts and had things such as cell phone, internet, cable, vehicle insurance, utilities, and vehicle loans changed into my name. I have handled contacting service people such as a plumber for a leaky toilet, car maintenance, and the hot tub store for an uncompleted repair that began when Ron was alive. I will be calling to have someone out to repair my air conditioning that stopped working. I have learned to run the riding lawnmower, how to put gas into it and how to use a jumper box to jump it if necessary. I discovered our weed wacker was too heavy and difficult for me to start and operate, so I selected and ordered one that was more suited to my abilities. I have listed property and vehicles for sale. I have made decisions on how to juggle money and make payments on time. I have grown throughout this process.

Have we really done those children a favor? I don’t believe so. If a child never learns that sometimes life isn’t fair, that sometimes you win and sometimes you loose and that is okay, how can they learn to cope with the realities of life when they become an adult. They don’t. I think that is why we have so much violence, so many underachievers. They never learned to push for the top. It has been handed to them every step of the way.
So which is the proper vacation? They both are. A vacation should be whatever you want it to be. Do what makes the days fun-filled and relaxing for you and your travel companions. People are unique and everyone has their own set of needs. What is good for you may drive me bonkers; what is right for me may leave you feeling stressed and exhausted.



Anyone who has spent time with young children will agree. They are energetic, exhausting, non-stop movement, and most of all entertaining. They will fill your world with knowledge you didn’t know was out there and if nothing else will bring a smile to your face. In my case this week it was two of my grandchildren that filled the bill.
After they were dropped off Corbin immediately informed me that he brought Sissy with him so he would have someone to play with. I guess “play with” is objectionable as he seemed to spend an equal amount of time complaining about her, and i don’t think he ever played with her. Alexandria did tear apart the train track, steal the train signs, steel hot wheels cars, drink all of Corbin’s water, and more.
For the most part Corbin takes it all in stride. After all, he knows how she came to be in his life. You see Alexandria was growing in mommy’s tummy and a doctor had to cut her out because it wasn’t good. When mommy ate Sissy took all the food. Now I must say that is pretty good logic coming from the mind of a five year old. Besides, I’m sure there are a lot of pregnant women out there who feel like the baby is taking all their food when they eat.
As I mentioned, Alexandria tore apart the railroad track and Corbin wasn’t able to get it back together. That was never my area of expertise, my husband Ron always handled it, but since he passed in December it is one of those duties that now falls to me. I worked my way behind the table to the spot where three pieces of track were separated. As I was working I kept hearing a dinging noise, until Corbin said “you’re pushing on the RR Crossing sign.” I wondered where the sound was coming from!
And so our morning went, flying by quickly as it goes. I did take a look at Corbin’s hands and told him he needed to go wash them. Corbin’s response “No, maybe on Thursday.” When I told him they needed to be clean for school Corbin responded that he isn’t going to school, he has to stay with me for forty-five days. Yep, that was his plan and he never even told me. Isn’t it nice to know there is a plan in place should the need arrive?








