Category: grandchildren
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Ever since the grand-twins were born, Pam and Dan have been very involved grandparents and parents. The boys–their daughter's children–live just 15 minutes away. In the first year or two, Pam and Dan were there to change diapers, feed babies and babysit so the parents could have a "date night" together every Sunday evening. Now…
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Ah the joys of grandparenting: small children who love us without question, who will come and cuddle up with us to hear us read a story and who, as they get a little older, will program our iPhone and show us how to download Netflix. They're still interested in hearing about what life was like…
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She's become a veteran at this: hosting her grown children and their families at the villa she rents in Tuscany. We won't go into how some people are really lucky about their vacation deals–she teaches Italian and needs to keep her skills fresh; he's a successful businessman [retired] and can afford to indulge this form…
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When our Grands reach school age, their parents–our grown children–may be willing to let them take a trip with us. One friend took her 11-year-old granddaughter to Paris. She made a deal with her: She would make sure the granddaughter could get the comfort food of her choice at dinner every night [plain pasta with…
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The day after Thanksgiving is a peaceful one. There's no more cooking to be done–it's a leftovers feast. Everyone's following favorite pursuits. At Thanksgiving Central for our family, the three granddaughters were doing something girly-girly together; Alpha daughter and my daughter-in-law were chatting. Outside, Uber son, my grandson, son-in-law and Paterfamilias were tossing the football…
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We arrived for Thanksgiving at Uber Son's house on the Tuesday before the great feast. The idea was to help our daughter-in-law out–make it easier on her by either doing the shopping or watching the Grands or some combination of both. On Wednesday, while the older Grands went off to school, Uber son went to…
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It is Monday, the day after the Thanksgiving weekend and colleagues at work are chatting about the holiday–who went where, how long the left-overs lasted and, for those of us of a certain age, what it was like to have the grown kids together again under one roof. Betty's oldest son traveled home from his…
