You Play, You Pay

By Georgia Osten
This was no weekend for the weak of heart. We got to the “Boys’ House” by about 4 on Friday, the parents had already left early that morning for a little vacay, and the babysitter was there patiently waiting for the grandparents to show up. I left PawPaw with the 18 month old twins and their big 4-year old brother, made the fastest trip ever to HEB for dinner for us and the boys. It was all good, dinner and baths went according to the schedule Mommy made out for us.

Night Night came and we bundled the “Littles” upstairs to their respective cribs. I took one and PawPaw took the other, they went down without a peep. Now, wait a minute, we looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders? I know it’s been a while since we babysat, but have they really transitioned this far in such a short period of time? They have! After all, they’ve gone from 2 naps to one because of school, so maybe that’s what has made the difference.

Saturday was a wonderful day, no rain, so we bundled everyone up and walked to the park. All three boys ran and ran, climbed the stairs and slid down the slide a jillion times. All went well, until later when I smashed Fisher’s fingers in the pantry door. What a sickening feeling! He cried for a bit, and has stayed clear of the pantry door for the rest of our stay.

On Sunday, my oldest Grandson came over to help PP with the boys so Grandma could go the Nutcracker Market. We tailgated in the parking lot of NRG before the doors opened, snacking on sausage wraps, Bloody Mary’s and Mimosa’s, chomping at the bit to get into the Market to Shop Til We Dropped.

And we did! We went straight to the Round Top Booth, then hung a right at the Nutcracker Booth. Well, needless to say, my oldest daughter and her friend had to make a special trip out to the car, these were some really heavy purchases. I missed last year, but easily made up for it this year.

GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you. Email: rubyreddog4030@yahoo.com

[11-12-2018]

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