…when Molly asks if we are free to take two year old Owen and six month old Max for an early November weekend so she and Tip can getaway to Vermont, we are all in. As a woman who has “yes” on the tip of her tongue, Hannah regularly leaps before she looks. I’m becoming a better leaper as I learn from an All-Pro.
I would tell my friend Joe, you are living the dream having your grandkids down the road. Well, now we are too, since the Family Rawding moved back to New England from Virginia four months ago.
With Molly teaching in nearby Lexington, MA, Tip stays home with the boys. That decision opens the door for Billerica Tuesdays. Driving 65 miles south from our home in York, Maine, throughout fall afternoons we usually take the Rawding Boys to the playground and the Billerica Library.
But for this first weekend in November, the forecast is nasty – rain, maybe snow, high winds, and cold temps in the 30s. The playground is out. But we have sunshine and rainbows in the form of Wegman’s, a Super Duper Grocery Store. It has four rockin’ features for every grandparent of a two year old.
Model trains. Wegman’s has a thirteen car model train running above the dairy section on a constant loop in the back of the store. Enthralling for two year olds, the train’s whistle blows as we can watch the train go ‘round and ‘round like the wheels on the bus.
Cookies. Without missing a beat, the pastry chef opens a plastic container of new cookies and offers a chocolate chip one to Owen. At two, Owen sits in the grocery cart nibbling his cookie for a good two aisles worth.
Escalators! The piece de resistance. Taking my hand, Owen lights up as we glide up this Disneyland ride for a two year old. Jumping off the escalator at the top, he leads me on the return trip down. Without missing a beat he grabs his Omi’s hand and does it again.
Mealtime for Max is simple – eight ounces of Molly’s milk from a bottle. Not into solid food or formula yet, he polishes off four to five bottles per day; he chugs it down with rounded belly and a milk-logged look. Owen is a little different.
As he sits in his high chair, Owen knows what he likes and doesn’t like. When he says, “I don’t want that” or “no thank you,” we have learned to push his food to the center of the table. Usually within 15 seconds he reaches for it anyway and starts eating. At Saturday breakfast we play this game as he knocks down cantaloupe slices, scrambled eggs, yogurt-buttered toast, and Craisins.
Owen loves to stand on a chair next to his Omi “cleaning up” or “making oatmeal” in the sink by sloshing around in the water. For 30 minutes he splashes and asks us to guess where things are (e.g., Where’s the water? When he covers the half cup measure of water with a lid). He takes such joy in it; and as two year olds will do, he will ask it ten times in a row.
This weekend I finally step up and start changing diapers. About time is an appropriate response. In the past, I’d read to Owen, sing with him, put on his clothes, but I left the messiness of changing to Hannah. Moderately competent, I now clean with fresh wipes, spread the butt paste, sprinkle baby powder, and attach the diaper. Sorry, I don’t take these talents on the road.
Flipping over from front to back and back to front, Max can cover the entire living room floor. Smiling from 20 feet away, he has inherited the sweet disposition of his maternal great grandparents, Jean and Dan.
Since Molly and Tip have been reading to Owen since he was a baby, reading is soothing and comforting to both Owen and me. Snuggled as one, he and I read the Little Bear series by Else Holmelund Minarik and illustrated by Maurice Sendak (who knew?). We are introduced to playful stories that interest kids and adults alike: The Day the Crayons Quit by Drew Dawalt and The Three Pigs and the Somewhat Bad Wolf by Mark Teague.
After arriving at 730A, we finally put the boys to bed twelve hours later on this Saturday night of Daylight Savings Time.
I love when the time changes and we gain an extra hour said no grandparents ever when taking care of their grandkids! Though others may get an extra hour of sleep, preschoolers arise an hour earlier for the next week or two.
Even with the forecast of snow, winds, and rain for Sunday; we have a plan –
Wegman’s! God Bless you Wegman’s.