I have a new persona. Six days a week, I am a cranky old man. On Thursdays I am now Grandpa Joe. My son, Matt, and daughter-in-law, Devon, are both teachers. They have two children, Cole almost three and Connor who just recently turned one. Four days a week, Devon’s mom watches the kids; on Thursday I give her a break.
Last Thursday I sat for a half day. It was not stated as such, but it was a test to see if I could handle the task. Apparently I passed. I have the credentials. I have helped raise four children, one girl and three boys and was a hands on dad for all. My first three babies were cloth diaper and big ol pin babies so my experience is somewhat nullified by inactivity. My youngest son is thirteen, so I have some feel for modern baby technology.
My biggest concern is getting up at seven in the morning. Since retirement my schedule often excludes morning altogether. What the heck, eight hours, two children combined age under five, how hard could that be?
They are very good boys, and as I learn their secret little boy language from Cole “the Interpreter” the job should get easier.
Highlights of the day:
Picking grass (apparently every blade is interesting.)
Kicking mulch – Soon to be an Olympic event.
Moving rocks – Put them in a bucket, show them to Grandpa Joe, then dump them back.
Visiting a sink hole – Irene’s rain left a big washed out hole in the street around the corner. It was very exciting. You just cannot stare at a big hole long enough.
I was outside with the boys, on the phone, a business call, when I turned my back for about two seconds; I then saw Cole entering the house through the garage entrance. The last time I saw Connor (two seconds earlier) he was with Cole. I assumed Connor went in the house with Cole. I followed. I saw Cole with the door to the basement open. “COLE!!” I put down the cell. “Cole, where is Connor?”
I ran down and checked the basement. No Connor. “Cole where is Connor?”
I locked the basement door and ran to the garage. I was thinking, “If I lose Connor, Devon is really going to be pissed!”
Connor was in the garage unaware that he was ever lost.
“Cole, don’t ever go back in the house without telling me! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!”
“I wan ju bosc.”
Crisis averted, it was ju bosc all around.
This watching children thing is a piece of cake.