After Kindermusik on Saturday, we once again hopped on the highway, this time destined for Trenton. The weather was fabulous – sunny and warm – and the trees along the highway were gorgeous – with reds, yellows, oranges and greens (and brown, as Reid pointed out but I was trying to be poetic) – and the sleeping was good, too. Ken said the traffic and construction were a challenge but I wouldn’t know about that. Reid slept from just after the rest stop where we had lunch until we got off the highway. She prefers to sleep at high speed, I guess.
We spent the afternoon with Grandpa Keith and Granny Rhonda. We enjoyed the sun and warmth on their deck and in the backyard for quite some time but even Reid and I weren’t brave enough to try the pool. Ken snuck away to take a nap for a bit and I didn’t blame him. I fell asleep about 8:00 Thursday and Friday nights last week but he didn’t even get home until after 10:00 on Thursday. Reid helped Granny make a pie and a salad with dressing from scratch while I tried to dig out some of the stuff from our car. It looked as though we were still in the middle of a road trip (which we kind of are) but it was even bad enough to bother me. Imagine how bad that has to have been! Grandpa had grown some yellow tomatoes in his garden and Reid was bold enough to ask for one (and then another). I found it disconcerting that they were yellow like apples but tasted like tomatoes. Reid liked their taste, too, but also their yellowness. After supper, Reid shared some of her instruments and played harmonica with Grandpa and showed how the shaker egg, bells and harmonica worked but not when I tried to get her to something in particular. Ken pointed out she isn’t a trained animal and with our cats as role models, she never will be.
We got to Grandma Barb and Uncle Terry’s about 7:00 and Reid walked in like she owned the place. I’m so pleased that she has this outgoing nature. Grandma Barb was busily finishing up getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s not easy working and hosting family meals but Grandma does it anyway. As soon as it was time to dishes, a task I am qualified for (thanks, Mom), I bossily sent Grandma to play with Reid and I started washing the dishes. Grandpa Terry dried and we were soon done. Reid and Grandma built a big tower. Grandma was impressed to see what a good job Reid does at building towers since she had specialized for so long at knocking them down. I gave them a big pad of paper to draw on and Reid chose a page near the middle (the first page was too obvious, I guess) and had me put Grandma’s name on the facing page and so there may have been a method to her madness. Reid found many pencils to draw with and used them one after another in rapid succession since she isn’t usually allowed to use pencils, until Grandma charmed her out of them. Once their pictures were done, Reid chose some books – okay, Reid started emptying the toy/book bag and after 10 or more books were on the floor, Ken took the bag away and Reid chose books from what was on the floor – and Grandma read to her until it was time for bed. We headed for bed about 9:00 and Reid was asleep very quickly and slept til 8:15 and is ready for another busy day.