These fine young men who, in that picture were waiting on their purple cows, have returned to their own house with their mama who came to fetch them this afternoon. Levon is playing with Ratty, as you can see, who is playing with a car. I cannot imagine a time when Ratty will not be here, just waiting patiently for someone to pick him up, slip a hand inside of him, and bring him to life again. He is a most clever puppet.
What August is holding and what has both of their attention, is a very, very old little slot-machine game that Glen found when he was looking through his stuff. It still works and August, especially, was fascinated by it.
I think they had a good time, even though at one point Levon told me that he didn't know I was such a mean MerMer. I forget what it was I wouldn't do. Perhaps read a specific book that instant. He got over it. He's so funny and I love his ability with language. We were talking this morning about the fox that we have now gotten on camera, running about the yard. Mr. Moon wants to trap and relocate it and I'm not sure that's even legal but for a moment Levon thought we were talking about killing it and said, "Killing something is so rude!"
We explained that no, we weren't going to kill it but the fox was quite rude in that it has been killing our chickens. Glen was wearing a sort of Hawaiian shirt that had some billed fish on it and inspired by that, the child said, "I know what you could do. You could catch a sword fish and then use the sword to kill the fox. See? There IS an answer."
Last night's chicken and dumplings pleased those little guys tremendously.
I agreed with him that I am. Especially in this family.
"But you aren't the shortest woman in the world," he said.
Back under the covers they both went and fell asleep almost immediately.
Levon managed to find me easily this morning around 6:10. He knows that he can come and snuggle with me which is what he does with his mama too. So into the bed he came and I cuddled him up and he was very still and very quiet and I sort of dozed until about seven when August came in and announced that it was now morning and that it was time for TV. But first he got in the bed too and we all snuggled and then Boppy woke up and everyone got kisses and he took them off to yes, watch TV and fall asleep in his chair and I did what I always do in these circumstances which is to fall immediately into a deep and dreamy sleep for a very long time.
"What?" they asked.
"That I am so very proud to be your grandmother."
Well, at least you know what's been killing the chickens. Makes sense.ReplyDelete
Those boys are growing like weeds. They've got good grandparents and good parents. Lucky boys:)
Foxes and chickens are pretty well known to be trouble when mixed. Sigh...Delete
Aren't the boys growing fast?
i can't believe how big they are getting!!! i am glad everyone is back in FL and that you all had a wonderful visit. xxalainaxxReplyDelete
It was a very fine re-entry at Mer and Bop's house.Delete
They are becoming so big and age mature and well spoken. They pay attention to the big people in their world and imitate them well.ReplyDelete
Wait until you see the picture I post tonight of Levon and Owen.Delete
What great kids. Happy guys from a happy family.ReplyDelete
They are such fine boys.Delete
I guess Mr Moon better go fishing to find that sword fish. Cheeky fox. Poor chooks.ReplyDelete
I love your grandsons. Little boys are so special.
Little boys are indeed special as are little girls but, no matter what anyone says, in a different way. And of course each one of them individually is different!Delete
I think Mr. Moon may indeed need a sword fish.
You do more than keeping them alive. They are happy, well adjusted and will be good people,ReplyDelete
Well, bottom line in parenting is the effort to keep 'em going. And that is not always easy! Kids can get into the strangest predicaments.Delete
You've had a wonderful visit :) I'm going to make chicken and dumpling soup next winter. For a long time I thought all my grandchildren would be taller than me, but the 18 year old is a shortie, about 4 feet 9 inches I think. It will be a long wait to see how tall the twins get.ReplyDelete
I think you are right about the the twins!Delete
I'd like to be your grandchild and spend the night at such a fun, warm, and loving MerMer house. Ratty alone would be worth the trip. August is such a kind-hearted soul. Unable to hurt your feelings after his honest assessment of your height, he reassures you that you're not the shortest woman in the world. Cracked me up this morning!ReplyDelete
The August Boy is a lovely mixture of logic and empathy. So is Levon, actually.Delete
I think the most important thing that we can provide our grandchildren isn't the books or toys but just the love. That they know they are loved. Ratty doesn't hurt though.
I love reading about the overnighters at Grandma. You and Mr. Moon as super at grandparenting. Well done.ReplyDelete
We're learning as we go! It's pretty awesome.Delete
Good job indeed.ReplyDelete
Sounds like a beautiful visit! You tell the story of the visit so well, Mary!ReplyDelete
I always enjoy the peace and quiet while I savor the visits too!
Amen on that!Delete