Bean,  Family,  Parenting,  Playing,  Travel

Vacationing with Nana and Granddad

First, I should start by telling you that the meanies who broke into our house stole my camera cable, so I haven’t been able to download any pictures.  To compensate for this, I will DESCRIBE the picture I’d like you to image.  Should be fun.  Hope you’re all wearing your Make Believe Hats today.

Since we are staying with my parents for a couple weeks, Bean thinks he is on vacation.  And why wouldn’t he?  Being at Nana and Granddad’s is a lot like staying at a five star resort when you are fourteen months old.  Bean wakes up every morning to a homemade, cooked to order breakfast.

(Insert picture of cheese toast with a side of grapes and strawberries and a little container of yogurt…)

He begins his day with a stroll around the neighborhood in Granddad’s golf cart, pointing out every bird, dog, cat, and tree that we pass.  When he returns back to the house, he takes a little dip in the baby pool they have on their back deck and he is fed a little snack like a bird, without ever having to lift a finger.

(Insert picture of big, fat, white belly in a tiny wading pool…)

After a little time by the pool, Bean takes a little morning nap in his pack ‘n play that has freshly laundered sheets which have been turned down for him.  When nap time is over, we head to the kitchen where the chef has prepared worthy of any good hotel.  After lunch, Bean might head up to the golf course with Granddad and Nana where he takes his plastic golf clubs and hits golf balls around the practice putting green, just like a real golfer.  Of course, his fans fawn all over him.

(Insert picture of short, fat fourteen month old toddler in Bermuda shorts, waving around a red plastic golf club while he waddles across the putting green…)

After a rousing game of golf, Bean and his entourage head back home in their golf cart where they might watch a little Finding Nemo while they take a snooze in Granddad’s big, overstuffed recliner.  Another homemade snack of oatmeal cookies and blueberries will follow.  And then it’s time for a little play session with Mr. Bear and a set of stacking cups that are Bean’s favorite toy at his grandparent’s house.  Dinner time is a family meal served at the table, where Nana hand-feeds Bean every morsel he consumes with Bean only having to open his mouth to indicate he would like some more.  Never is a finger lifted by the hotel guest.  After dinner is a warm bath drawn by the hotel staff and then it is time for bed (which, of course, has long been turned down for him and where Mr. Bear waits on his pillow).

Yes, life is good for Bean Man at Nana and Granddad’s.  So good, in fact, that when Bean is now out with just me and Chris, he cannot FATHOM why we make him FEED HIMSELF!!!!  (gasp!)

I think they are creating a monster.  We may leave him here when we move.  I’m not really up for a life of indentured servitude.

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