GMs
As most of you know from previous writings, we have 6 gruntmonkeys (grandchildren) and they are designated GM1-6, with the older having the smaller number. GM1 is 13, GM2 is 9, GM3 is 4 ½, GM4 is 3, GM5 will be two this month and GM6 will be 2 on the 4th of March. Those last two are 15 days apart. The two older GMs are girls and all the others are 100% boys. GM2 and GM5 live in Texas and the rest live in this area, about 8 miles away from us.
Many things are concerns with parents during the process of raising these little people into adulthood. The most critical of these concerns might be one of the classics of either getting their neck broken or putting out their eye. But other serious concerns are out there as well, such as hoping that their offspring have enough sense to come in out of a shower of ornamental cowbells. One semi-dread of parents (or grandparents) is that they will have one of these little critters that will figure out how to escape from their crib. We were somewhat lulled into complacency because we went through five gruntmonkeys that had made no efforts at crib self-extrication.
All this changed just the other day when YD put GM6 in the crib and went to check on the others at naptime. He suddenly he appeared in the doorway behind her – yikes! YD was hoping this was a fluke thing until his nap was over and he called to her – as he was standing at the top of the stairs – double yikes! YD said they started at every sound of the baby monitor that night, concerned that he might be up wandering around. Emergency plans are in operation at getting him a bed a bit closer to the floor or to put a net enclosure over the existing bed.
A day later, with the escape issue still unresolved, and when GM6 was supposed to be napping, YD went downstairs to answer her door and then chat with her neighbor at that location. She turned suddenly and saw GM6 behind her – he had achieved deliverance from the crib, come down the stairs and out the door to where she was. Maybe not to a parent, but to a grandparent this is just about panic time, because he might pull this same escape at 2am. Time to start thinking about adding on to the height of the crib sides or setting a kinder and gentler animal trap or something.
Of course, looking back, I’m in wonder and amazement as to how we raised our own two daughters into adulthood and to some semblance of normalcy – considering the gene pool from whence they emanated. But God has always been good and supplied grace and strength in time of need – and we were needy back then. ec
Many things are concerns with parents during the process of raising these little people into adulthood. The most critical of these concerns might be one of the classics of either getting their neck broken or putting out their eye. But other serious concerns are out there as well, such as hoping that their offspring have enough sense to come in out of a shower of ornamental cowbells. One semi-dread of parents (or grandparents) is that they will have one of these little critters that will figure out how to escape from their crib. We were somewhat lulled into complacency because we went through five gruntmonkeys that had made no efforts at crib self-extrication.
All this changed just the other day when YD put GM6 in the crib and went to check on the others at naptime. He suddenly he appeared in the doorway behind her – yikes! YD was hoping this was a fluke thing until his nap was over and he called to her – as he was standing at the top of the stairs – double yikes! YD said they started at every sound of the baby monitor that night, concerned that he might be up wandering around. Emergency plans are in operation at getting him a bed a bit closer to the floor or to put a net enclosure over the existing bed.
A day later, with the escape issue still unresolved, and when GM6 was supposed to be napping, YD went downstairs to answer her door and then chat with her neighbor at that location. She turned suddenly and saw GM6 behind her – he had achieved deliverance from the crib, come down the stairs and out the door to where she was. Maybe not to a parent, but to a grandparent this is just about panic time, because he might pull this same escape at 2am. Time to start thinking about adding on to the height of the crib sides or setting a kinder and gentler animal trap or something.
Of course, looking back, I’m in wonder and amazement as to how we raised our own two daughters into adulthood and to some semblance of normalcy – considering the gene pool from whence they emanated. But God has always been good and supplied grace and strength in time of need – and we were needy back then. ec
posted by mreddie | 10:20 PM
2 Comments:
I can truly identify: my #1 son was born when I was stationed in Germany and we purchased for him a convertible German crib/bed with sides/youth bed. At some point, when my son was about 3, I took down the high sides and converted it to a youth bed. When we awakened the next morning I found my son had gotten out of bed, somehow managed to climb up on the kitchen counter, turned on the water in the sink, and was sitting with his feet in then sink, splashing water everywhere he could. I put the side back up on the bed.
SSN - Those little critters are something when they set their mind to it - much to the concern of parents and grandparents. ec
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