Adventures with Mamaw and Dadaw, part 2
Yesterday after Isaac and I went to playgroup and allowed Mamaw and Dadaw to frolic about a toddler-free house for a much-deserved break, it was off to our favorite destination. The orchard, of course! Because if there's anything cuter than watching your itty-bitty toddler watch itty-bitty toddler goats, it's watching Mamaw and Dadaw help said toddler feed said goats:
Though, after some practice, Farmer Isaac was perfectly capable of doing it himself:
Not that one could ever tire of feeding goats (though one could perhaps run out of quarters to purchase the feed), we did eventually move on to admire the tractors ("Frah-for!"). Dadaw and Mamaw, who really were farmers in a previous life, told Isaac all about the frah-fors and how Dada "drove one just like that when he was 10":
Surprisingly, a morning full of running around at playgroup and the orchard and then going for a bit of a car ride might just tucker a little guy out. We picked up Dada to have a family lunch, but by the time we got to Bennigan's, Isaac was dead to the world. No matter, Dada can hold him and eat at the same time. Here we are, the younger O'Neals, waiting for our grub and even having (gasp) a little grown-up time:
This morning Isaac was all about the doodling again, a desire he demonstrated by beginning his doodling session using my ink pen on our computer desk. He was subsequently whisked away to more colorful and easy-to-clean pursuits involving crayons, and, of course, the constant attention of Mamaw and Dadaw:
This afternoon I got to get out with Dada to Wal-Mart, and then to the library, all without the monkey in tow. At one point I got a phone call from Mamaw, and naturally I freaked out as I was answering, thinking about how they would get Isaac to the hospital without a carseat in their car. Mamaw on the other end said, "I just wanted to let you know you should plan on having an afternoon of leisure. Dadaw and I are cleaning the house and Isaac is helping." Such sweet words...
Though, after some practice, Farmer Isaac was perfectly capable of doing it himself:
Not that one could ever tire of feeding goats (though one could perhaps run out of quarters to purchase the feed), we did eventually move on to admire the tractors ("Frah-for!"). Dadaw and Mamaw, who really were farmers in a previous life, told Isaac all about the frah-fors and how Dada "drove one just like that when he was 10":
Surprisingly, a morning full of running around at playgroup and the orchard and then going for a bit of a car ride might just tucker a little guy out. We picked up Dada to have a family lunch, but by the time we got to Bennigan's, Isaac was dead to the world. No matter, Dada can hold him and eat at the same time. Here we are, the younger O'Neals, waiting for our grub and even having (gasp) a little grown-up time:
This morning Isaac was all about the doodling again, a desire he demonstrated by beginning his doodling session using my ink pen on our computer desk. He was subsequently whisked away to more colorful and easy-to-clean pursuits involving crayons, and, of course, the constant attention of Mamaw and Dadaw:
This afternoon I got to get out with Dada to Wal-Mart, and then to the library, all without the monkey in tow. At one point I got a phone call from Mamaw, and naturally I freaked out as I was answering, thinking about how they would get Isaac to the hospital without a carseat in their car. Mamaw on the other end said, "I just wanted to let you know you should plan on having an afternoon of leisure. Dadaw and I are cleaning the house and Isaac is helping." Such sweet words...
posted by Claire at 12:07 PM
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That is SO cute! I want to take Beaux somewhere like that!
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