Tales of Life with a Girl on the Go

This post is inspired by the book *Beans on Toast* or maybe the restaurant *Greek on Wheels*

Reid was starting to fall asleep as we drove home after breakfast with Amanda on Saturday and so I called Ken and told him we needed to leave right away to go to Grandmama’s. Poor man had to leave home without lunch – it was 10:30 but he’d eaten breakfast about 6:30 and wouldn’t see food again until supper – but we managed to get on the road right quick. Of course, the excitement of picking up Daddy perked Reid up for a bit but soon enough, inspired by my shining example, she fell asleep. The two of ua slept about two hours (maybe more) and woke up at Grandmama’s. Aren’t we good company? Did I mention that I sat in the backseat with Reid. At least I didn’t sit behind Ken with my knees digging into his back.

We had a great visit with Grandmama. Reid and Grandmama have a mutual admiration society going and Ken and I are pretty fond of both of them, too. Reid coloured and played and was read to all without too much noise in the apartment. After a couple of hours, Reid and I went to play at the park. The merry-go-round was stuck in the snow but Reid was able to go on the slides, swings and teeter-totter. She climbed the slide-like thing with bumps on it. It’s such a cool piece of equipment – so logical given kids enjoyment of climbing slides.

We went back for supper and some more visiting. It reminded me of a visit when Reid was not yet eating much but ate happily off of the tablespoon she was able reach while Grandmama was holding her. Grandmama, who has some small experience with kids, said that we should let Reid get used to eating. Of course, Grandmama also lets Reid eat as much cheese as she wants or at least she does until we intervene. When you’re a great-grandmother, you can be indulgent.

After supper, Reid had a nurse for the road and then we headed out. We talked and sang until I decided to “fake” sleep to get Reid to fall asleep. I woke up as we drove through Ottawa and Reid woke up in our garage. Poor Ken. It turns out I can fake sleep so well that even I am tricked.

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