We took a recent road trip to Connecticut to see my soon-to-be 93 year old grandmother. My mom had flown in to spend the week with her. Nearly all of my Connecticut family came to visit that day, and the kids had a blast.
Grandma was the champion bubble blower.
Dani and Tori had made macaroni necklaces for the Grandmas, which they wore with pride.
Tommy rockin' with his bubble microphone!
Four generations of my family.
Great-grandma's house has the best stairs for sliding down! The kids bounced down on their butts, slid down on their tummies, and had a blast. Todd and I used to do the same thing when we were little.
Grandma brought magic finger paints.
And Tommy charmed the pants off of everyone!
It's so nice that my kids get to have a relationship with a great-grandparent. I remember my great-grandpa from when I was small. Great Grandpa Haschak lived with my grandma and grandpa until he was almost 100. At least I think he was that old--it seems like he was, but when you are under ten, it's hard to really judge. I remember we would go visit, and he would always be watching baseball at an incredible volume. "HI GREAT GRANDPA!" we'd yell, and we'd sit in the room for a bit until our need to explore the house took held. He'd always call us close for a hug, and give us a dollar. Every time. Despite his limited mobility, he always had dollar bills in his pockets to give to us, perhaps as a reward for keeping him company, or just to let us know he was happy we came. And now, thirty plus years later, my children are coming back to the same house, to see their 90-something great grandmother. The house is the same as it was when I was small. Filled with books, trinkets, and mementos, like the home of every little old lady. Filled also, to my children's delight, with cookies and treats, and dozens of pictures of them at all ages, and even some of their mommy when she was little. And my frail, elderly grandma was full of hugs, and was showered with toddler love for a day, and I got to witness it, and it was wonderful.