Showing posts with label babysitting grandchildren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label babysitting grandchildren. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

B & C's Excellent Adventure





Experiencing life through the eyes of a four and six-year-old can be exhausting. Not to mention the ever present sleep deprivation, a couple of rare meltdowns, normal I want’s and a wide assortment of ‘Nana this’ and ‘Papa that.’  It was Brennan and Charlotte’s excellent adventure and they had been looking forward to it all summer.

Copenhagen Harbor


My daughter Melanie and her husband Scott were off to Europe for two weeks. Forty years after living there myself, Melanie and Scott were to land in Copenhagen and then drop down to Portugal for wining and dining and cruising the coast in search of the perfect beach as per Conde Nast.

We got the kids in their absence.

Now to be honest, my wife and I weren’t total novices in this modern-day version of parenting boot camp. We’ve had the kids over for enough sleep-overs and weekends to know what to expect from the little munchkins. Besides, we had done a ten-day stretch in Colorado a couple of years earlier. That was a wonderful experience with those three grandchildren so we had no reason to believe this adventure would be any different.

But caring for grandchildren should always come with a warning label. It’s like being in the middle of a marathon. You can’t quit and you can’t turn back. All you can do is forge ahead, ignoring the pain and exhaustion and know that at the end it will be an exhilarating experience for everyone involved.

With the right mindset intact, it’s all about seeing the world through the eyes of children instead of through your own sometimes jaded glasses. Two weeks of taking care of someone else besides just yourself. Two weeks of thinking about the care and happiness of others instead of just you. 

Little kids are like sponges soaking up all of the rich life experiences around them. No TV watching or video games as per Mom. So Nana and Papa became foot soldiers in search for daily adventures wherever we might find them. But that quest is seldom easy.

There goes my office for two weeks...

For me it meant two weeks of putting my own life on hold. No writing, no exercise - except of course chasing after them.  No long distance bike rides, except flying in circles in the cul de sac and around cones for our obstacle course. No reading until after their bedtime if I wasn’t too exhausted by then. No quiet time in the morning unless I could sneak out of bed before they did..not likely.



Enough hardware to last an afternoon

Starbucks Restaurant - Now Open!

Afternoon Class



It was more running, jumping, climbing, golfing, swimming, game-playing and high-flying than I’ve done in a very long time. It became in every sense of the word a mental as well as a physical challenge. Sleep deprivation is a real and serious threat to new parents and oldsters alike. Even an oldster’s familiar refrain of “I’m too old for this s___ (stuff.) doesn’t cut it with these kids. Frankly they don’t care. For them any lap is an invitation to play or read a book or tell a story or cuddle or wrestle with their favorite stuffed animals.

Of course, Nana the teacher was in her full glory. I swear we had a basement warehouse full of games, books and toys in anticipation of the urchin’s visit. Amazon Fulfillment had nothing on us. Not to mention sight word games, grammar games and AP (advance placement) quizzes for preschool and first grade.



Indoor Park




Indoor Soccer

Railroad on the Porch


One time it rained all day and we found an indoor playground to visit. Watching the kids at play I realized it was all about learning problem solving, critical thinking, sharing, getting along with pushy siblings, being creative, diplomacy, rationing and political maneuvering. We also set up a soccer field on the porch as well as a railroad yard.



Visiting Great Grandma





Every road trip was a game. I could never convince them that cows sing so we had to slow down each time we saw a pasture on the way to Great-Grandma’s nursing home. We never did hear those cows udder a word. B and C also never believed me when I told them that dancing horses only come from Spain. On the way down we listened to a menagerie of sound: The Monkees, Beatles, Turtles, Eagles and ‘In-a-gadda-davida’ as homage to my novel “Love in the A Shau.”

It all came down to enjoying their enjoyment, relishing their excitement and trying to grab on to their youthful exuberance for life without the complications of adulthood.

Papa the Hair Stylist

Learning to snorkel in less than five minutes

Garage sale swordsmith & princess

Minnesota Science Museum

Splash Pad

Splash Pad Playground

Releasing a butterfly with Aunt Marla

Bumper Cars

Pinball Wizards

Nana's Birthday Pudding

Evening Reading Session
Yet in the end if Brennan and Charlotte remember anything about their great adventure with Nana and Papa it’ll probably be some insignificant innocuous event that neither one of us recognized as important. Little kids are like that. They’ll remember the most obscure experience and it becomes a defining moment of their young lives.

What the Colorado kids learned the year before is that there are always assumptions and expectations from Nana and Papa. And it goes beyond the fact that we will always be there for them. No doubt, we spoiled and pampered them. But we also wouldn’t allow them to cut corners.


Hanging with the Prairie Dogs

B and C picked up very quickly on those assumptions and expectations. It’s an expectation of hard work and practice, education and a love of books, of not giving up and always trying.

The assumptions are unspoken, unwritten and not talked about that often. Their Mom and Uncle B got it and they did too. Its family…our family…and it will last our lifetime…and if we’ve done anything right then Brennan and Charlotte will pass it on to their own children in time.

Could Nana and Papa ask for anything more?

I think not.









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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Ants in the Applesauce




The grandkids were back in town and patience was the order of the day if I was to endure, grow, and prosper alongside my favorite ragamuffins.  Some older folks are just naturally built for the rigorous task of entertaining, educating and caring for their grandchildren. For me it’s a learned response (taught by the master) and ever-changing lesson plans I keep trying to follow.

It’s ants in the Applesauce in the age of intolerance.  ‘Ants’ was a childish game we played while trying to find ants in our applesauce each morning. Of course, there weren’t any ants but it brought smiles and chuckles all around the breakfast table. The intolerance part comes from an observation about my own generation.

When the ‘Mongolian horde’ descended upon our place this Christmas my world went from quiet and serene to loud, chaotic and messy.  In such a world, things sometimes get broken or misplaced or out of order. It was all part of their vacation package along with pool time, games, readings, bowling and wonderful moments with Nana and Papa. As adults we got all of that as well as late night gab sessions with our own children and their spouses. We were always able to find those rare moments snatched from the constant din that mixed quiet time, quality time or just plain time spent with the grandchildren. It was a treasure for the youngsters that no amount of money or presents could equal…even if they didn’t know it at the time.

But all of that chaos can sometimes hard for some folks my own age.  I’ve observed a growing reluctance among some oldsters to dive into the cloudy pool of noise and confusion and the ten minute attention span. Understandably, they’d like their lives to be orderly, predictable and quiet. Many feel they’ve earned it. With kids lurking about it’s just the opposite. 

It’s not easy being shaken out of one’s routine for a week of organized chaos.  Many of us get set in our ways and it’s difficult to pry ourselves loose from our comforting regimen of daily life. However, it’s necessary if you want to savor the full impact of five high-energy monkeys living under your roof for seven solid days and nights.


 Fortunately, we all survived and even created a couple of new traditions along the way.  The old tradition of the ‘bear hunt’ on the golf course with Uncle B has now been seconded by ‘morning coffee with Papa’ for each one of the grandchildren. While Papa gets his regular large light roast and a pastry, each child gets their hot Coco with marsh mellows and whipped cream. And, of course, a pastry of their choice. 





Exploring Joshua Tree National Park in a snowstorm was another big hit and will probably be the precursory to further adventures afar.  Perhaps yet another tradition has been born.

Each day brought a plethora of both organized and spontaneous events.





A puppet show with hand puppets.  Maya was the mysterious MC.




Visiting a fire station just down the block




Picking oranges for juice in the morning




Story telling from an original story written by Maya




Bowling





Lots and lots of reading to the kids


 
Picking lemons for lemonade in the afternoon




A special wine-tasting event for the adults

 

Watching TV while the adults relaxed




 and hours of pool time for everyone.

I asked Charlotte one morning at coffee what the best thing about her week was.  Of course I envisioned our trip to Joshua tree or picking oranges or pool time.

Instead, in her best cherub voice, she answered “Running.”

“What do you mean?”  I asked.

“Mommy and Daddy won’t let Bro and I run around in the house at home.”

‘Of course’ I thought, ‘here you and Brennen and your cousins can mimic Santa Anita race track and most of the time, no one says anything.’




I guess if the real goal of that week was to leave a legacy of memories then the kids get to choose what they want to remember. If besting a thoroughbred is what Charlotte remembers most then who am I to judge?