Visiting Grandparents
Tristan has been missing Grandma and Grandpa this summer. My parents have been gone for most of the summer and so Tristan hasn’t been able to spend much time with them. He loves there house. Grandma and Grandpa’s house has all kinds of trouble to get into. Old car parts, tractors, backyard lawn ornaments, loads of tools and knickknacks galore. He doesn’t see the mess, or the eclectic gatherings of a lifetime, or the gangrene guillotine. All he sees is an afternoon of fun.
Running into the bushes where he can play hide and seek. Jumping up on an old blue tractor that reminds him of Travis on Bob the Builder, he screams in delight. He helps Grandma as she waters her roses. Minutes later he rides around the yard on the lawn mower with Grandpa until he starts his circuit all over again. Each time he adds a new more interesting discovery and shrieks in excitement.
This weekend they returned for a few days and wanted to spend some time with him. Today when I went to pick him up I almost couldn’t get him away without a fight. He couldn’t believe he had to go home with his dad. It just wasn’t fair.
After I got him in the car he fell asleep only three blocks away. He was exhausted and tired. He’d played hard and had a great time. His hands were covered in grease, his shirt stained, but he slept with a smile.
Andrea and I made use of our time away from him. We spent some good time together doing all the things you can’t do with a nearly three year old boy in the house. By the time the weekend was over we’d actually seen two movies in the theater in peace and quiet. It was a nice break.
It was a good break for both him and us. Now we prepare for a family trip to the beach for camping.
