The Grands spent the night! Everybody loves it when they're here. Pap loves it cause he gets to make fabulous blueberry and strawberry pancakes. He added another item to his Pap/Chef creations - mini pizzas. Our Grandson wanted pizza - at nine o'clock last night. Pap whipped up tasty mini pizzas using English muffins, sauce and grated cheese sticks! They were delicious and he had to keep making more.
The creatures love it when the kids are here, for several reasons. Jack and Rooney love pancakes, and now, mini pizzas. The Big Cats just love the entertainment. Little Dash is the only cat who cuddles. To my granddaughter's delight, he will fall asleep in her arms, purring louder than any cat I've ever heard.
Gigi loves it when her babies are here for all of the above and for a million more reasons. First of all, they are really great kids - loving, polite, appreciative and, did I mention loving? I enjoy our Gigi's Bed sleepovers, where we kick Pap out, (hahaha - he had to bunk with Dash last night!) pile up lots of pillows, put on a Scooby Doo cartoon, eat snacks after brushing teeth (to their credit they asked if that was okay) and chat away til we fall asleep. Well, our Grandson watches TV from the bottom of the bed while Gigi and our Granddaughter yak away.
In case you haven't cracked the code yet, I will not mention their names or post a front facial picture. I hate to say it, but there are too many ways for a bad person to exploit children these days.
The morning routine goes like this:
Pap wakes up first, makes coffee and gets his kitchen ready for breakfast.
Jack and Rooney hear him and wake Gigi up. Gigi stumbles out of bed with a sore back and stiff neck but, oh well.
All of the fur babies are on alert because they know the kids are here and they are first priority - or so they think. Gigi works pretty hard at making sure everybody's needs are taken care of.
Dash has picked up on the urgency of the moment. He paces back and forth till he gets his breakfast, which he quickly abandons for a brother's much better one.
Fancy worries because, in his mind, every meal could be his last - or so he thinks. Sheesh.
Eli just looks perturbed.
Chance waits in his spot on the counter and is grateful for his breakfast.
Finn, who looks like a cat who ate another cat, couldn't care less about meals. He gladly gives his over to Dash. We think he's raiding the refrigerator at night because there's no other explanation for him being so heavy when he never seems to eat!
Our Granddaughter wakes up soon after I do. She is so sweet. Her first request is for a blueberry pancake. Pap surprised her with a strawberry one, too. She immediately searches for Dash and cuddles with him till her breakfast is ready. He already loves her.
Eventually our Grandson emerges from the bedroom, all puffy eyed with his hair resembling Beetlejuice. He isn't a morning person. Although he is a big eater up until he goes to sleep, in the morning, he has no desire for food. He eventually humors us and may eat a blueberry or a bite of banana. We're the only ones bothered by his lack of desire for food in the morning. He's fine with it.
It's sad how young parents get so caught up in the rigors of life, they often can't appreciate the little things that make childhood so special. I was like that. I worried over so many things that never happened and I missed a lot of the great things that did. That's why grandchildren are a gift. They let us live the fun stuff and leave the worrying for someone else.
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