The grandsons stop by for a visit

Late in the afternoon, I was sitting right here, goofing around on my computer, when my office door opened and in walked Kalib with his dad. All three grandsons had shown up and so had Mom and Dad. They had been out to visit a nearby reindeer farm where pumpkins have been spread about on a field, as if they had grown there.

Jake showed me the video on his iPhone. It looked like Kalib and Jobe thought the pumpkins were soccer balls, because they kept running to and kicking them. Mom had quite a time trying to stop them. They are good boys, as good as boys can be, but both do have a bit of hellion in them.

Good thing, too.

Out in the living room, I found Lynx occupying the center of attention.

Margie is doing much better today. She is not all the way well yet and still must take a dangerous antibiotic for nine more days, but the agitation the internal infection brought to her diabetes has finally been knocked down - from 440 to 138.

It was really scary at 440.

That's why I stayed here and missed the AFN Convention altogether.

Doc gave me signs to watch for and said if they happened, I must drive her to the emergency room immediately. They did not happen, thankfully.

Kalib wanted to watch a video about real trains, so he took over his grandma's phone and watched it.

We got hungry, so Jobe and I rode with Jacob to Sicily's and Jake bought pizza for us all. "What happened to Jobe?" I asked.

"I heard his mom say he wanted to wear a bandaid," Jacob answered.

Here we are, at the corner of Church Road and the Parks Highway, about to turn right, drive a few hundred more yards and pick up the pizza.

Before any of my grandsons were born, Margie and I were in town Christmas shopping. We went into a little store in Sear's Mall and there I found three little wooden cars - one green, one yellow, one red. I just had to have them. I bought them for myself as a Christmas present.

And does Kalib love those cars! Especially the red one. "My red car," he calls it. He is never here for long before he finds the red car.

It kind of breaks my heart, because I know he wants to take it home, but it's one of those toys he gets to play with when he visits grandpa and then must leave behind when he goes. It does give him good incentive to want to come back.

Having reluctantly left the red car behind, Kalib watches his dad buckle Lynxton into his car seat. Then they drove away.

But Jobe did not go. He wanted to stay with his grandparents. So here he is, drawing with Margie. "You're cute!" Grandma would say.

"No cute!" Jobe would protest.

"You're cute!"

"No cute!"

It was so cute.

I think Margie will be well enough Monday to resume her babysitting duties. I will take them both back to town then.  

Jobe found some measuring spoons and some golf balls. Thus he invented a game where he would put a golf ball in the largest measuring spoon and hand it to me. "Throw it!" he would say (and I am astonished at how articulate he became while I was traveling).

I would then throw the ball to gramma. Jobe would get it from her, put it back in the spoon, hand it to me and say, "throw it!"

Jobe also found the chocolate chips.

Comments

[annette]

Your grandchildren are so beautiful. The joy they bring you is lovely.

[twain12]

Boys are great...all Kids are , really

[Suji]

@Jobe - you ARE Cute!!! Irresistibly Cute :))

[Nancy]

All of your photos are wonderful -- and part of who you are and what you observe. The photos of the boys are absolutely lovable and joyful, as is the loving commentary. Thank you so much for sharing both the joy and the love!

[Mrs Gunka]

Grand children are great healers! Glad to hear Margie is doing better. You have some precious boys there!