My daughter had a class all day last Saturday and she had asked hubby and I if we could watch the girls. I pretended to think about it. But it was an offer we couldn’t refuse. Like she didn’t know. Why doesn’t she just tell us when we are going to watch the girls? It would save time and texting.
Let me say up front that much fun was had by all and nobody got hurt. Grandma did re-learn some old tricks, however. I’m sure my daughter is fully aware of these things, so I didn’t bother to mention them…
The things I re-learned Saturday:
Babies don’t know from grooming. Miss C. never seems to be bothered by her soft curls falling into her face. Her hair is a bit “wild” at times, but she looks so darned cute and I’m afraid to piss her off by trying to tame it into a pony tail. So .. I don’t. Well, Miss C. got frustrated during lunchtime and pushed her hair out of her face. Using her open-faced peanut butter and banana sandwich. To her credit, it really did the job of keeping her hair in place.
Babies think they can fly. I don’t know where they get this idea. I’m pretty sure little Miss C. can’t fly, which is why I freaked out when I was holding her and she pushed off with her legs and launched herself away from my body, her arms leading her like Superman. I lunged and snatched her out of the air and back into my arms so fast, it was like time went into reverse. I know that for half a second that baby was airborne. Maybe they can fly, and it’s the landing we freak out about.
Today’s cartoons suck. What ever happened to the classics? Kids today are deprived of The Roadrunner, Fog-Horn Leg Horn, Yosemite Sam, and the ever lovable Tasmanian Devil. I did not see one decent cartoon available for Miss P. Thank goodness for On-Demand and re-runs of Scooby-Doo, Tom & Jerry, and Micky Mouse. Miss P. is too old for Sesame Street, but graciously lets Miss C. watch Elmo now and then. I do my best to get Miss P. interested in classic movies & Disney. But sometimes a girl just has to watch iCarly, or worse –Bratz! If you have seen either show you can feel my pain. At least she doesn’t beg me to watch Sponge Bob Smartie Pants anymore.