With Craig working at the farm, things have changed here a lot as to how much I see the boys as well as Kalissa and Craig. Kalissa ended up hiring someone who is nanny for them a bit. I close childcare at 5pm so now on the days that Kalissa is working 12 hours day shifts as a nurse in the local ER, the nanny comes and picks up the boys and takes them home. This is working great for them..and most days it works good for me too. There are some days that I miss seeing Kalissa and Craig though. I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it for forever. I love my grandkids…but I love their parents too.
When Craig had his other job I’d often see him a couple nights a week and he’d have supper here…now I don’t see him nearly as much. Kalissa had a very busy work week so I’ve not seen her either.
So, Friday night Craig was working late. They were chopping hay so we decided to have a “pizza party” with Kalissa, the boys and me. Kalissa and I have both been trying to walk a little more and Carver loves going for a walk so we did that first. We walked our usual path until we got to the park. Carver begged to go and compromised with us that he could go for “just a whittle bit”. Kalissa set her timer for 8 minutes and he was great for that. When we done, he said, “Me go see Poppa’s Rock”.
So off we went.
Carver is all dirty faced from eating his cookies.
Kalissa took some really nice pictures. Here is one I adore of Gannon… I told Kalissa is should be his six month picture. Isn’t it great!
Here’s me…I still sometimes have trouble believing this is where my life is….me alive. Him not.
I was doing pretty good…not crying and then Carver picked up a dandelion and said, “Me blow it”. Kalissa said, “Wait Carver, you have to make a wish before you blow it. What do you wish for?”
My mind flew to what I wished for…and just like that my little almost three year old grandson said my wish. He said, “I wish for Poppa Moo.”
Gotta admit…I got tears in my eyes.
As sad as it all can be. I sure am blessed to have people that share my sadness. It seems less overwhelming when people share it with me…even this little guy.
Poppa Moo wouldn’t want us to dwell and be a bawling mess so we picked ourselves up and headed to my house for the promised “pizza party”. Craig made it back and we ended up having a good day in spite of a few sad moments.