funny – Days With Grandma

Sensory Play Gone Wild

It started out perfect

A great way to play.

Daddy thought you’d like pushing your tractors

Through some rice in a tray.

It was kind of fun.

You were enjoying this play

But then somehow…

Some of the rice got away!

“It’s ok,” Grandma said,

“it won’t hurt a thing.”

And with that you gathered up some more

And gave it a good FLING!

“No, No, No!” Grandma shrieked

That’s not what we do.

And just like that, you reached for

Handful, number two!

Well, Grandma put a stop

To this thing called “sensory play”

Then got out the broom and dustpan

And made you sweep the mess away.

Well, later that day

Grandma had a change of heart

She got out the tray again and thought

We’ll give this “sensory play” thing another start.

But once again, within seconds

Or maybe a wee bit more

Handfuls of rice starting

Bouncing off the floor!

This time, Grandma just studied

This act of simple joy.

The bouncing beads of rice

Seemed to be better than any toy!

You, finally, stood up

It seemed you were done with this explore.

But, oh no, you weren’t satisfied

Until every last bit was on the floor.

In fact, it seemed like all that rice

Had just been in your way.

What you really wanted was

To crawl inside that tray!

To Spoon Or Not To Spoon, That Is The Question

When I was a new mom, everything had to be perfect. Now, as a Grandma, I think the mess is more fun.

To spoon or not to spoon? That is the question.

Whether tis nobler, in the mind, to suffer the pain of learning this mysterious convention or to oppose it and end this hunger.

To eat: To finally eat!

Ah, this thing; a spoon? While full of intrigue, as a vessel, it fails; Incapable of delivering even the smallest morsel to its destination. Precious cargo lost all along the way. Determined, I journey on. Yet, try and try again, this tool seems unworthy of carrying even the smallest of loads.

There must be an easier way!

Now this tool -this thing they’ve named a hand – seems far more capable. One trip and…

Successful delivery to the targeted destination.

So why this silly obsession with this thing they call a spoon?

Seems but a battle; a waste of precious time.

The warrior spirit, in me, has waned. I’ve grown tired and weak with hunger.

Perchance, this battle will surface another day.

For today, the hand has won!

Now, pray tell, could someone clean me up?

Another Epic Fail!

We had our first big snow of the winter but you were not feeling very good which meant that going outside to experience it was completely out of the question. Still, I thought that I could bring some of that snow to you so that you could touch it at least. So in the middle of the night, I had this idea that I could just bring in a little snow and let you watch as I built a little snowman. I even tried to think of little things that could serve as eyes, mouth, hat, and buttons. You know, the way a typical snowman should look.

I was excited! Your mom…not so much, but I was undeterred.

First the snow.

I just took a cookie sheet and filled it with the cleanest snow from right outside the door.

Then the ingredients.

Your snack food was perfect. At least, that’s what I thought.

Then I tried to form the snow into a snowman but there was one problem: the snow wouldn’t pack! It was that light kind of snow that just doesn’t work well for snowman building. I hadn’t even considered this issue. I tried and tried to form a ball but just couldn’t get it to hold. You were getting tired of just sitting there watching me so I gave you a little bit of snow to play with – your first science experiment: what happens to snow when you hold it in your hand for a few seconds?

Well, after adding a little water to this snow mess, I was finally able to get it to stand upright…a little.

When your mom saw it, though, she just laughed. Your Auntie E called it a “Pinterest Fail”. One thing we all decided was that it didn’t look anything at all like a snowman.

It looked more like Ursala from Little Mermaid.

I don’t know. You decide!