Baby Blogger

There are some  prominent baby blogs and some  lesser known ones as well. All are interesting to those who have babies or to us who have access to some. You might not have noticed but babies are in vogue. Back in fashion particularly among the educated class who had, for awhile, decided not to have any (babies, that is). Visit any park or mall. Strollers are everywhere. Babies are happening. So, for this week, at least R Blog becomes a baby blog because, you see, Linda and I are spending nine days living at our son and daughter-in-law’s home while they enjoy a long awaited vacation. We have help from Forrest, who is thirteen. He knows where everything is and how everything works. He’s no work at all. Thank the Lord for that because Cole ( a version 3.5)  and Kenneth ( a version 2.0) are busy bees. We have our schedule taped to the wall and a letter authorizing us to seek medical and dental care, if needed, plus four typed pages of notes detailing routines, menus and idiosyncrasies.
The day begins at 6:30 for Cole is an early riser. Breakfast at 7 am. Snack at 9. Lunch at 11:30, nap around noon, another snack at 3, dinner at 5 (these boys eat like Hobbits), bath at 7, then story time and bed at 8. This is broken up on a couple days with school at the YMCA which requires  lunch boxes and offers a welcome four hour respite.
Today we filled the hours with a trip to the airport to pick up the car singing Old MacDonald all the way, a circling around the beat up F-16 that decorates the outside of the terminal and a hurried return to the men’s room for Cole to pee (“It stinks in here grandpa. Somebody poo’d.”) Kenneth dyslexicjally calls me “grandma”  and Linda  “grandpa”, but we expect he’ll sort that out. On the way back I asked Cole if he knew where he was. He said he did. “Where are you, then?” I asked. “Right here!” he replied.
Later in the afternoon we went to the playground and I brilliantly promoted a track meet and the boys probably ran half a mile altogether, walked most of the half mile home, then played for an hour in the backyard. Kenneth (version 2.0) diligently shot baskets for the entire hour at his little guy hoop. This kid has a serious work ethic and some happenin’ game for a two year old. Has this two handed shot that he takes back behind his head and flings at the hoop, laughing like the dickens if he swishes or even at weird rebounds.
Dinner was a brilliant success; baths were taken on time; boys were storied and asleep by 8pm. No injuries. Minimal tears.
Linda is making them keep a journal (kind of an Ashland thing) and they allowed, in the comments section, that it had been fun. I had to agree.