Being a grandparent
This is almost bad. I was just going to start this with the line: Ben was here for a whole week. Glen and Becky were here as well, and I apologize to you Beck, but you have slipped, maybe not slipped, because after all you guys brought me to this most blissful position, but you have been surpassed by this tiny little guy who already can move me with a little tug on my pants and a "pease, pease." He knows what he wants and pretty much gets what he wants, especially from his grandma and me. But thats what we are supposed to do. It is not up to grandparents to say no is it. Thats up to moms and dads. We are really not that bad, but he can pretty much get his way with us. I know a lot of his language now, like chips, candy, juice, car and all the things that we play. He loves to come and play on the bed and that way all the toys that we have purchased for our house since we found out Becky was pregnant, are all within eyesight up in the closet. When he wants something he points and I hold him up and he picks what he wants, then we play with that until he wants something new. He is so much fun.
Becky called tonight and told us to be on the lookout for Thomas the train, it apparently didn't make it home. So I looked in this cupboard that Jake build and sure enough, there it was. Exactly where I found a lego people last week. He is always opening a cupboard to get something and then putting the toy he was playing with in there. We have found all kinds of toys in funny places after he goes home. Got to go now, 24 is on.
Becky called tonight and told us to be on the lookout for Thomas the train, it apparently didn't make it home. So I looked in this cupboard that Jake build and sure enough, there it was. Exactly where I found a lego people last week. He is always opening a cupboard to get something and then putting the toy he was playing with in there. We have found all kinds of toys in funny places after he goes home. Got to go now, 24 is on.
posted by John at 7:40 PM
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Stinkin' Thomas. His little hide and seek game made for a very difficult day for us. How do you explain to a two-year-old that you can't find Thomas? How do you explain that he can't have the one he sees on the TV? How do you convince him that Edward or Percy the train are just as good as Thomas? What do you say to him when all he does is cry "Thomas! Choo! Choo! Thomas!" and hide in the corner of the kitchen crying like he's lost his best friend? I didn't know either. All I know is that train is making me miserable. (That and: These pretzels are making me thirsty.)
At least now I know to hide all his new Thomas videos and books, they only aggravate the situation. I'm hoping he will get over his loss in a few days. Otherwise I have to wait till Ang comes... Stinkin' Thomas.
Ahh, poor little Ben. How do kids know exactly what to say to their parents to break their hearts? There was a little kid I say in a store once, who was being a bit of a brat, and his mom finally said to him, "Billy, I'm sorry but if you don't stop right now, we are not going fishing, you need to be a good boy". And this little kid looked up with big tears on his face and wailed "why must you say such things to meeee?!?!" and I swear everyone in the store, almost started to cry and we all burst out laughing. That poor mother, what does she say to that?
John, I am almost jealous. I kind of feel like that with Ethan, but I'm sure it is different with a grandchild. On Sunday I spent the afternoon with Ethan and Caroline and when Caroline dropped me off, Ethan started crying, "No go car. I go to Meemo." He cried all the way to the Shell down the road, Carolyn told me. Then yesterday they were here for supper and Ethan was tired and decided he didn't want summa borscht. David told him if he didn't eat nice he would have to sit on a chail in the livingroom. (Ethan wanted to go sit with Jack) Well, he kept crying a Daviv asked him, "Are you going to eat nice." to which Ethan said, "no". David picked him up and set him in a chair in the livingroom and came back to the table. Ethan started crying, "Meemo. Meemooooo." I had to sit there and listen to that little boy cry for me when all I wanted to do was go hold him. He finally did come back to the table and eat. I love that little boy.
Oh boy, it's tough when they are that young, and you can't explain to them exactly what is going on. I guess Grandpa John needs to go get one, so that the next time you go, your Thomas can stay home. Poor Ben!!
Travis used to cry like that when Kingo Bingo was over.Some of you may remember this show. It was only on once a week and he was only two. I'm surprised that he isn't hanging out at the bingo halls, he loved that show so much. It was hard for him to understand that Greg Barnsley would be back next Saturday.
so I understand what you are going through, Becky. I agree just go buy another Thomas. Can a boy have too many?
Sue
Sue,
I remember that. I used to make up bingo cards for Carrie, and she would play along. Not too sure that she actually cared about Greg Barnsley that much though.
Goodness, I remember Kingo Bingo!! Mom would make up these cards for me, and they were in the cupboard... After supper she would always get me one, and I would play... I think, mostly, I just liked the ink blotter... Those things are sweet... They make funny noises...
We used to watch it when we were kids because it came on right before Disney... I think? Anyways... We had this game... We all would pick a letter (I always got "B") and then the winner was the person who had the most numbers called under their letter. It was very exciting. I'm sure Mom and Dad were happy something so stupid could keep us amused and out of their hair for half an hour.
My brothers and i use to make up bingo cards every saturday and we would be so excited when Kingo Bingo came on. We didn't have the fancy bingo dappers though, we just used markers to cross out the numbers.
Amanda
I do not remember kingo bingo. I do remember Trav crying about a lot of things but not that. I remember him being obsessed with Thunder cats and never went anywhere without one but he was much older then. (although he did still cry about a lot of things even then :o)
Kingo Bingo??? At least Ben cries about Thomas. A boy can get very attached to his toys. Trav, what makes you cry at this age? I bet if somebody stepped on those nice boots you wrote about and took a picture of you would cry, huh? Huh?
Haha, I got bingo dabbers... My mom had about 4 or 5 in the junk drawer... You could find nearly anything in there...
I have no idea what you're all talking about. Kingo Bingo? I'm going to have a cup of coffee...
Mel,
You have to be old to remember Kingo Bingo. It was a weekly show on Saturdays ( I think), where you purchased your Bingo cards at local outlets,and then could play bingo at home.
It hasn't been on in years.
Ang remembers and she's not old... AND she can hardly remember ANY of her childhood...
i don't cry anymore... i beat people up... i figured out if i keep storing up all my pent up rage instead of releasing it in tear form... i gain supernatural strength... and no i wouldn't even cry if someone stepped on my new boots... let's just say they wouldn't be stepping for a long time.... it's hard to walk when i rip off ones legs and beat them to a pulp with said legs
Yeah right. We're all scared.
You go Trav!! Remind me to sit on my legs from now in, when you are around. :)
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