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A VERY BUSY LAP

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I had been working on a blogpost to update readers on developments in Europe, when I had to go collect our four-year-old grandson, Leeson, from school.   From there, we went to the dollar store.   I’ve learned that the dollar store is the only store I can take him, as “everything is one dollar” and it won’t cost me too much, no matter what he wants.

Within 30 seconds, he had chosen four dinosaurs (= $4 + tax).   As we walked down the aisle, he changed his mind and chose four ice cream cone shaped bubbles toys.   So I suggested he take back the dinosaurs. When we reached the dinosaur collection, he saw other toys he wanted.   Four of them, of course.   (Is this because he’s aged 4?   Will he want 5 when he’s five?   This could get very expensive!)

I thought it best to vacate the store ASAP, before he asked for other things. I managed to persuade him to only get two toys, for a total of $2.12 with tax.

We drove home.

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His seven-month-old brother, Hayden, wanted me to pick him up out of his baby chair.   He prefers sitting in my lap to being alone in his chair.   While seated on my lap, he often just looks at me, staring for long periods of time.   It’s touching. I think I represent fun.   My wife says that’s not what it is – he just likes food and is always fascinated by what I’m eating!

Anyway, I thought I would watch the news while holding him.   The next thing I remember was Diane waking me up, with the baby screaming on my lap.   I hadn’t even noticed.

I’ve had a bad cough and chest cold for about a week now.   I can’t sleep at night.  I just cough all night.   I do manage to doze off in my recliner, which is the only way to get any sleep.   But it’s not enough, so I fell asleep holding the baby.

Five minutes after the baby was taken away from me, Leeson wanted to sit on my lap and look at dinosaurs on my laptop (do you see why it takes so long to write an article?).   I got a dinosaur cartoon on the screen.   At this point, he looked up at me and said: “I love you, Grandpa!”  I responded with:  “I love you, too!”   He came right back with:  “I love you, three!”  “Well, I love you four.”   “I love you 5, Grandpa.”   Then he quickly added:   “No, I love you 8.”

I can see now why “ONE toy” quickly turns into 8 when we go to the dollar store!   I tried to explain that from five you go to six.   But he still insisted on 8.   I can see this is going to take some time!

For a while, he was joined on my lap by his younger brother, who was returned to me.   Fortunately, their older brother, Aubren, is still in school – I have to go get him in ten minutes.   When I do get him, he will want to go with me to get a “slushie,” which is a weekly treat I buy him.

When we get home, there may be three of them on my lap, watching either dinosaurs or trains on my laptop, “Super Why” on TV or a DVD I’ve seen at least a 100 times!

Three on my lap is my limit nowadays.   A few years ago, all four girls would sit on my lap when they were together; until I developed circulatory issues.   Now I can only take three.   And, frankly, there’s a definite time limit on it!   I can no longer be buried under grandchildren.

Talking of being buried, the two granddaughters who live near us recently lost their other grandfather, who died when the truck he was driving rolled over in an accident.   It was very traumatizing for them.  Naturally, they keep talking about it and have expressed some concern that I will be next.

I was driving them home from school one day recently when we passed the cemetery.   They began encouraging me to stake out a plot on the side of the main road that is nearest to our house.   That way they could come visit and talk to me!   Perhaps they said that because they felt nobody seems to listen to them – at least I would be a captive audience.

This was not the time for a deep theological discussion.   They clearly were worried about losing me and I reassured them that I intend to be here for a while; but I also said if anything happened to me, they’ve still got Grandma, their parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, etc.

But it’s nice to know they will visit me when I’m no longer able to go see them or give them rides!

With that, I must leave to go get Aubren, who turns 5 next month.

Footnote:   Hayden, pictured above, finally has a surgery date of February 8th. He has to have major cranial surgery.  He was scheduled twice before and it had to be postponed due to an ear infection.  Prayers would be very  much appreciated.

 

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