By Georgia Osten
We were on an extended trip to take care of our almost 5 year old granddaughter and our 2 year old grandson while Mommy and Daddy went to the hospital to have a new baby. I’m one of those “can’t sit still” sort of people, at home, away, it doesn’t matter, I have to be doing something, going somewhere. We’ve learned our way around pretty well and if we get lost, it’s not a big deal, it’s just new sights to explore. After we would drop one or both of the grandkids off at pre-school, we would venture out to shop and kill some time until it was time to go back to pick them up.

The new baby and Mommy and Daddy came home on Friday, oh what a happy day! We passed our little grandson around from shoulder to shoulder, from lap to lap, oh what a bundle of joy. After all, you can’t spoil them at just days old, right? He got his first sponge bath on Saturday in the kitchen and we all gathered around, trying to get out of Daddy’s way while he took another 100 pictures of the tiny infant.

My husband and I aren’t competitive at all. That is, until you put a grandchild between us. We’re like hungry little puppies waiting for the other one to look the other way so we could go nab the baby.

Needing to give the new little family some space, we decided we’d go on a little trip to WalMart to buy ingredients for some meals to prepare and freeze for the family so they wouldn’t be burdened with cooking. I’ve never seen so many people in one store in my life. Every line was 10-15 people long. I finally chose a line and began talking to two women behind me in line. Now that I’m older, I talk to anyone and everyone. I asked if WalMart was always this busy on a Saturday and the women behind me with a case of water and a loaf of bread said “Heck No, we’re here because it’s snowing, this town’ll be snowbound in an hour!” “Snowing? You’re kidding!”

Well, I’ll tell you, I just couldn’t wait to pay for my groceries and get out there to see the snow. It snowed all day Saturday, big puffy snowflakes, a Winter Wonderland. A snowbound houseful of Grandchildren, what more can you ask for?!?

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