I figured my dad would never make the trip out here for a couple of reasons:
- It is far away from home and he is somewhat of a homebody/mountain man
- He basically said he didn't have any business in CA and wouldn't be coming.
My kids spent the week getting spoiled by my parents. I love watching them enjoy time with my mom and dad. The transformation that happens to parents when they become grandparents never ceases to amaze me. I wouldn't have gotten away with 1/4 of what my littles get away with. I wouldn't have been allowed ice cream 2x in one day, or powdered donuts every morning, or cheetos for snack, or any toy I requested while at the supermarket, or a constant playmate in them, or to stay up way past my bedtime. I let go of the reins when my parents are with the kids while they spoil them. Then I spend the next week getting them back in line. Q understands that Grammie and Poppy have different rules. When I ask what their rules are she says "to have fun".
Thanks a lot kid. I guess in an effort to raise contributing members to society I have lost my "fun" factor.
I have been excited for this week since I found out in April and have been counting down the days. Now, the trip is over. My parents are back in West Virginia. Why do these things take so long to arrive but end so quickly?
I plan to share some of our outings in the next few posts. Stay tuned :)
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