Our youngest son’s offspring, Molly Kate, 4, left, and Walker Vincent, almost 2
With four of our six grands living in Georgia and two in Louisiana, I don’t get to love on them in person nearly as often as I want to. I am thankful, though, for sons and daughters-in-law who keep me connected via anecdotes and images of their activities and conversations. But I need a regular “fix” to satisfy that ever-present longing for time in-person with the grands and their parents.
Our trip the week preceding Easter provided part of that fix with a happy dose of the Georgia grands. Yesterday, husband Walter gave me the rest of my grandkid fix. We picked up Walter’s mother and headed west for Baton Rouge, LA.
We spent several hours filled with Molly Kate’s dances that she choreographed, Walker and Baboo playing in the “toy room,” and both siblings engaging Baboo in made-up games requiring abundant romping. Molly Kate also involved me in her newest sticker book, the modern equivalent of the paper dolls of my childhood.
Not to be left out, Walker brought out his Elmo sticker book while Molly Kate colored in her Hello Kitty activity book. In between, the pair induced euphoria for Nana by climbing in my lap for cuddling, tickling and nibbling on ears. As lunchtime approached, a spent Walker went to sleep in Baboo’s lap and was installed in his new “big boy” bed. After Jeremy served up a scrumptious panini lunch accompanied by fresh fruit, we headed home.
It was soon obvious that Walker wasn’t the only Skupien whose energy had run out. Walter’s mom and I both napped most of the way home, replete with our grand and great-grand “fix.”