The grands were over and everything is out. I’m busy cleaning up Mickey Mouse waffles and finding slime ingredients.
Then they leave and it’s quiet. Quiet like I haven’t heard for quite awhile.
I’m cleaning up and I find this picture. 🙂 I call all my grands poops.
I guess sisters call their little brothers poops too.
Have a great day,
— Namaste
We build forts at Grandma’s house. My most recent creation, pictured here, was pretty groovy. May you have time to play this week!
—Namaste
I never played with my cousins growing up, but I see how important they are to my grands. It helps that out of my five grandkids, four are boys of similar ages. (Poor Tuesday)
Their personalities are so closely similar. They laugh, fight, connive, cry, hug, learn and love.
I’m one of the common denominators in their little lives. Sure my kids get together and have the kids over to each other’s houses, but coming to Grandma’s is one way to get together.
I wish I had the time and energy to do this all the time. Unfortunately, I’m not retired and “life” wears me down so it’s not possible.
When I see all the times where they do get to play together, I see how special it is. Love.
— Namaste
