The day after my mom headed home, Dave's parents arrived, giving us a solid 10 days of Grandparent time. With a house now quite empty, and a return to day care, Clio is having a little trouble adjusting. She came downstairs on Wednesday and said, "Where's Grandma and Grandpa? Where's Nonny?" and we had to try to explain again the complicated concept that they live too far away to just stop by. She has definitely been cranky, and frankly, who can blame her? After 10 days of the world revolving around her (an infinite time frame for a 2 year old), suddenly she's back to being just one of a pack of kids at day care.
Plus, grandparents are awesome.
They read you as many books as you want
(To combat Clio's again-icitis, Grandma did put a limit of 3-reads per book per sitting, but that seems reasonable)
They turn regular routine activities, like the bath, into creative play time
And play along with your invented games, like Beauty Parlor.
They let you eat their food when it looks better than your own
And pick you up when you get shy or scared (not to mention prompting a return trip to the Aquarium!)
And sometimes, when Grandparents are visiting, rules get bent. Clio doesn't drink juice, but somehow this Sunday we let her help herself to lemonade on the boardwalk at Coney Island (when in Rome?). Okay, a LOT of lemonade.
Little Eleri got in on the Grandparental action, too, enjoying lots and lots and lots of snuggle time. (And I enjoyed being hands free for a much larger percentage of my day)
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