It has been a great joy babysitting these three grand girls. It’s even more special living with Leah and Hannah. At first though, I had a bit of difficulty getting them to all their destinations on time. Since I have Delilah on a rotating schedule, my times to transport them to school changes. If I have Delilah on a Monday, Wednesday, or a Friday, all of us get into the NanaVan and travel to Delilah’s bus stop around 8:00AM. If both Delilah and Leah are going to their schools, I take Delilah to school at 8:30 AM. The second day of the “two schools” schedule, the girls were on their devices keeping busy while I tended to Hannah in another room. After awhile, Delilah comes to me and asks if she is going to school that day or staying home. I said she was going to school but we still had lots of time. As I sat in the room feeding Hannah, I gave serious thought to Delilah‘s question. Then, I realized I was thinking that I was to get Delilah to school at Leah’s time, which is 9:20. It was 8:45 and Delilah ‘s school had started! She was late! I rushed everyone into the car (thank goodness there was no need for coats yet) and rushed to Delilah ‘s school. I had to get all three girls out of the car and walk around the sidewalk to the main entrance. Then, I had to sign Delilah into school. Poor girl was all confused since she was just in kindergarten and didn’t understand what was happening It was 9:10. Could I get the other two little girls back into the car and to Leah’s school in time? I just made it. By the time I returned home and got Leah down for a nap, I took a nap, too. Before I napped, I send a message to both Val and Tim explaining what had happened and apologizing. Tim messaged back, “Silly Nana!” I haven’t done that since and I’m sure I never will.
A couple of weeks into the school year, Val messaged me a question: “How did I make Delilah’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” Apparently Delilah had told her mom that my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were perfect and she wanted one just like that. I was kind of proud that MY peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made such an impression! I went over the details of making Nana’s perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Later, I found out that Delilah didn’t want the sandwich any way it was made. She was just being particular. My sandwiches weren’t so perfect after all.
One Saturday, when I was “off duty”, that is not babysitting, Leah kept coming into my room. She does that often because I am a part of her family just like her mommy and daddy. But, this one time, I was busy enough that I didn’t want to be disturbed. Leah came into my room so often, that I said, “You again!” and frowned. The next time she came in, this three year old said, “Yup, it’s me again!” Now, how can I frown at that?
Another time, while I was babysitting and feeding Hannah, Leah was playing in another room. That’s what I thought. But, she burst into the room- with Crayola marker all over her face! She was so excited to show off her creation, until she saw my face. She said she wanted to be a dog- and she had done very well- with a black nose, dots on her face, black eyes, and black lips! All I could think of was getting that stuff away from her mouth before it poisoned her. It WAS Crayola so there was no harm, thank goodness. Rachel was disappointed that I didn’t take a picture before I washed it off.
Delilah was with me on a day her school was closed. She was not in a very good mood that day, with several melt downs throughout the morning. I had planned a visit to the library for story time and a craft but she wasn’t happy about going. The story was about “filling other’s buckets”, which is a concept about everyone having a bucket of good feelings. Our buckets can get low or empty when bad things happen or someone is not nice to us. All of us should make sure we fill the buckets of those around us with good feelings. I thought it was a great idea for Delilah with her mood. Delilah didn’t think so. It took convincing to get her to make the bucket craft and her mood did not improve on the ride home. But the kicker was when we walked into the house and Delilah announced that, “She wasn’t going to fill anybody’s bucket today!” So true, so true!
Leah loves to do things with me. Seeing how excited she gets over helping me with my laundry helps me enjoy the chore. My laundry hamper is on the first floor but the washer is in the basement so we throw my dirty clothes down the basement steps. Anything that doesn’t go all the way down gets kicked to the bottom as we walk down. I used to make Leah sit on the steps and go down on her bottom but she’s too big for that, she tells me. We go to the washer and she throws the detergent pod in. Then, she drags the clothes from the bottom of the steps to the washer where I sort it. If it’s something small to go in, she gets to toss it in. I have to watch because she gets a bit enthusiastic and sometimes throws the clothes behind the washer which is not good. The sorted clothes for another wash go into a basket. The washer lid goes down and Leah wants to be lifted up so she can push the “on” button. It takes both of her thumbs to push on the button and start the washer. The lid is clear so we watch the clothes getting wet for awhile before heading upstairs.
Occasionally, I take her to the grocery store with me. The last time I did, she insisted on wearing her tiara to the store. She did not want to sit in the cart so she walked right alongside me, holding onto the cart the entire time. Of course, she had to use the bathroom since I had forgotten to ask her to go before we left. Our half full grocery cart had to sit outside while I took her in. I swear she believed she was royalty when the people in the store talked to her and called her princess! When we got to the checkout, she asked the clerk for a sticker, please. She carried the toilet paper rolls into the house for me and told her mommy all about our trip.
One night she woke up Rachel with loud hysterical screams! There was a huge bug in the hall! Turned out to be a black sock. Another time she screamed she was stuck in the bathroom. A stink bug was on the door preventing her passing.
We watched the leaves fall from the trees a few weeks ago and she said that there were a lot of leaves on the ground. I asked her what Daddy was going to do with them and she said, “Rake them”. But, she can’t say the letter “R” so it came out, “Yake them”. I asked her what Daddy uses to “yake” the leaves and she told me he uses a “yaker”. I’m going to miss all those mispronounced words when she gets older. For awhile, she couldn’t say the letter “N”, so that was how I became Ya-ya. But now I’m Nana. I miss being Ya-ya.
This past weekend, Rachel and Mike bought a new dining table. To save the money, they put it together themselves. When I came out of my room to see what it looked like, there was Leah lying on her back under the table watching her daddy, on his back, tightening all the screws.
Went I entered my bedroom one evening, I found two dolls occupying my bed. Leah said they needed a place to sleep.
Believe me when I say how much I love babysitting, especially living with Rachel’s family. There will be a time when I’ll have a place of my own but not yet. I would miss too much!
There is never a dull moment in the Why households! From Na-na’s miscalculations, to Delilah’s announcements, to Leah’s antics, I never know what is going to happen next or when!
Delilah’s teddy bear parade at school.
Leah is picking tomatoes from the garden.
Hannah standing at the front door, just as her sister and older girl cousins did.
Hannah gets to wear the tiara!
Cassi in her walker