Joys and Messes
Sunday morning. Son-in-law got back from work and picked up our daughter and the little one to go home and get ready for church.
We had agreed to keep our oldest grand son and get him ready for church. That would take a little pressure off of them and they wouldn't have to rush that much.
To get him ready meant to give him a bath and get him all dressed up. I made sure he had breakfast already before cleaning him up, so he would not get his clothes dirty. That turned out to be a smart idea.
He loves to eat and he likes all the different flavors oatmeal. I fixed him a bowl of oatmeal, let it cool, and set him at the dinner-table.
More then half the bowl was gone in a jiffy. All that time he is making fun. Pointing, wanting to know what things are called, laughing and grinning at me. I can tell when he is getting full. No, he does not keep his mouth closed and refuses another bite. He opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue with oatmeal and all and will either let it dribble out, or pick it of his tongue.
At that point, two things can happen. The first one is, he hands it back to me. That is very convenient when it's a sandwich, meat, or veggies. The second one is, he starts picking it apart. Believe me, you don't want that to happen. It is messy business. Especially with oatmeal!
Well, it happened, haha. With a little diversion and play, he managed to finish the oatmeal without too much of a mess though. I can't wait till he is eating by himself. It is such a joy to watch him grow up.
The sticky messes? I really don't mind cleaning them up. :-)
We had agreed to keep our oldest grand son and get him ready for church. That would take a little pressure off of them and they wouldn't have to rush that much.
To get him ready meant to give him a bath and get him all dressed up. I made sure he had breakfast already before cleaning him up, so he would not get his clothes dirty. That turned out to be a smart idea.
He loves to eat and he likes all the different flavors oatmeal. I fixed him a bowl of oatmeal, let it cool, and set him at the dinner-table.
More then half the bowl was gone in a jiffy. All that time he is making fun. Pointing, wanting to know what things are called, laughing and grinning at me. I can tell when he is getting full. No, he does not keep his mouth closed and refuses another bite. He opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue with oatmeal and all and will either let it dribble out, or pick it of his tongue.
At that point, two things can happen. The first one is, he hands it back to me. That is very convenient when it's a sandwich, meat, or veggies. The second one is, he starts picking it apart. Believe me, you don't want that to happen. It is messy business. Especially with oatmeal!
Well, it happened, haha. With a little diversion and play, he managed to finish the oatmeal without too much of a mess though. I can't wait till he is eating by himself. It is such a joy to watch him grow up.
The sticky messes? I really don't mind cleaning them up. :-)
2 Comments:
Oh... the wonderful endless joy of being a grandmother =)
Audrey,
You have so much to look forward to, God willing. :-)
(((HUGS)))
God's Grace.
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