Tales of life with a girl on the go

On Friday morning, I reminded Reid that Grandma Joyce and Aunt Karin were coming for a visit and would be at our house when she woke up the next morning. She looked at me and said, “No sleeping time, Mama.” She was right, I agreed. It was time to get dressed and go to daycare. But after daycare, and after supper and after we played some, THEN it would time for sleeping and while she was sleeping, Grandma Joyce and Aunt Karin would arrive. And they did.

On Saturday morning, Aunt Karin accompanied us to Kindermusik. She was right there for the standing up and sitting down and standing up again to dance or march while we sang. Another woman accompanied M’s mom but didn’t participate. She looked like she could have but just didn’t. What’s the point of coming at all? After class, Aunt Karin took Reid off to play in the park. I’m not sure what they did exactly but they came back with rosy cheeks and big smiles.

After lunch and an all-too-brief nap, Reid went downtown to show Grandma Joyce and Aunt Karin the ice sculptures. She took Donald along as her co-guide. Afterwards, they all went out for supper. It was a long, slow meal from all reports. Reid ate her entire hamburg, leaving no crumbs, drank Donald’s orange juice, every drop, and ate her fries pausing to chat between each – or this is what I was told when they got back about 7:10. In the meantime, Ken and I got our delayed Robbie Burns supper ready and tidied the house up without Reid’s help. We even managed to have a relaxed glass of wine before super and eat most of our dinner as a house of grown ups. What a treat! I love Reid and have to say that she was quite entertaining as she ate the last of the broccoli and drank many tiny glasses of juice from her very own shot glass. Still, it was nice to fly “solo” for a bit. Reid got to bed late but stayed happy throughout.

Happy (belated) Robbie Burns to each of you. If you’d like some haggis, let us know and we can get some for the next time you visit.

We were in a public restroom on Sunday, Reid and I together in the handicap stall and Aunt Karin somewhere else. As Reid, who denied needing to go at all, put down roots – her usual M.O. – Aunt Karin knocked on our door and then kicked the stroller’s wheel. Reid grinned at the hijinx and the news that I thought the culprit was Aunt Karin. Finally asked Karin to come watch over Reid so that I could use the facilities myself. As Karin walked in, Reid chortled (yes, I’m pretty sure that is the only verb to describe her tone and expression), “It’s was you!” As though, one part of Reid knew that Aunt Karin was another part just couldn’t believe it until Aunt Karin walked through the door.