How did we get so lucky? We’ve got the boys for ten days at our house in Midland!
Our son-in-law David is taking the bar exam tomorrow and Wednesday in OKC and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring Valerie and our twin grandsons to Texas for a week-and-a-half to give him space and quiet to cram. And it’s giving Carrie-Anne and me a refresher on what it’s like to have little infants around. Little rugrats. And, watch where you step! There’s two of them!
Both Elliott and Samuel have just recently learned how to hold their own bottles and feed themselves. That’s great. It would be really something if they could change their own diapers.
Yes, I took Valerie and the boys to Blue Sky as soon as I could. You think there’s a cheeseburger like this in Oklahoma? Even if they can’t eat the burger, even if they can only be strapped to the table with a couple of prop Styrofoam cups for a cheesy photo op, I know they could smell the Blue Sky burger. I know they were thrilled. The burgers at the original Blue Sky on Western Street in Amarillo were a life-changer for Valerie, so it was nostalgic for her. And a great joy for me.
Elliott is crawling all over the place. He can get anything he wants, as long as it’s on the floor. And he’s surprisingly quick. The coolest thing in the world is when I walk into the house after work and he crawls to me, stops right at my feet, and holds his arm up. Samuel, on the other hand, hasn’t figured it out yet. He can only go backwards. We don’t know why, but he only pushes himself backwards, he can’t get his booty up and his legs bent to go forward. So two or three times a day he winds up under a chair or a couch. And he doesn’t like it.
They’re both eating baby food now like ravenous wolves. I’m not able to get the spoon from their mouths, back into the jar, and back to their mouths fast enough without them screaming at me. They love it, all of it–it doesn’t matter what vegetable, what flavor, what color.
Elliott likes to play rough, so I’m throwing him up in the air and slinging him around every which way, holding him upside down and rolling him on the floor. Sam is a lot more chill. He acts like he’s above everything, like he’s just observing the silliness around him and it amuses him. He giggles and laughs. A lot.
On Thursday, in only two and a half more days, I’m taking Val and the boys to Wichita Falls, the halfway point between here and Tulsa, where David will meet us for lunch and we’ll part ways to our respective states. Almost eight hours away from each other.
You people who live in the same city as your grandkids have got it made.
Peace,
Allan















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