Dorothy Parker once said: "There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words."
Grandma and Grandpa and getting too old to travel with a two year old. At least we took time to smell the roses. And now we are home and settling back into our normal routine. Next chapter... Grandma tries to remember how to potty train so she's off to the AARP Grandparents Raising Grandchildren website and maybe a visit to baby.com. She needs all the help she can get. For Little J's view of the trip see this
A room with a view Warm sunny day Good company An afternoon at the Follies Spending disposable income on yet another red hat Soaking in the Hot tub A stroll on the wharf Clam Chowder and a Fresh crab louie A night of full moon Listening to the ocean all night Breathing in the ocean breezes all night Hearing the bark of Sea lions Sinking into new pillow top beds High thread count sheets (double sheeted no less) Big fluffy pillows Huge terry bathrobes Deck chairs Sipping quality coffee in the morning breeze
Hubby is in shower. Phone rings. Hubby jumps out of shower to answer. It's a telemarketer. Solution.... Hubby hands phone to two year old toddler. Hubby snickers as he returns to shower. A few minutes later hubby emerges from shower. Toddler is still jibber jabbering about mommy, daddy, Elmo, Minnie Kitty and Spiderman. Perhaps our number will be deleted from their database???
Little J spent the day with us at Stow Lake. Grandma & Grandpa are all worn out from paddle boats, feeding ducks and other assorted birds, and chasing Little J.