Recovery

I took the boys on a walk around the lake tonight. Fridays are one of my exercise days and I usually spend them in the gym. The elliptical and treadmill are far gentler on the old knees then cement is...even while walking. But Grant has molars coming in and me and Bob have basically been alternating who stays up ALL NIGHT LONG with him. Last night was Bob's night, and he was dead on his feet today. So I skipped the gym and threw the two into the stroller.

There was not one minute of silence on our walk. Aid told exactly 14 knock knock jokes that rival his grandfather's (Grandpa B that is) but which made Grant crack up. Then he pointed out and commented about each person that we walked past. Grant excitedly screamed "Bike!" and "Geese!" if he saw either of those. This was all fine for the first half of the lake. But it just kept going. And I wasn't let off the hook. If I did not respond to the "Geese!" or the knock knock joke appropriately I was basically yelled at ("MOM!") until I did.

At some point, Aid started singing songs. I begrudgingly began singing along only to be met by Aid yelling, "MOM! I AM SINGING THE SONGS TO GRANTY!!!" While normally I may be slightly wounded that I was kicked out of the fun, I only felt relief. A few moments to think to myself.

Wrong again. While I was not allowed to sing along, it was demanded that I needed to watch and listen to him. I sighed, but agreed. But then nothing...he was not singing, he was not talking, just silence. "Aid," I said, "You're not doing anything.."

"Yes, I am!" (followed by nothing)

"No, Aid you aren't honey." (Why am I engaging in this argument with him?)

"YES I AM!!!!"

I didn't respond and after a few moments, he lovingly looked up at me and explained that he was singing the "Mama Song" very quietly for Grant.

I listened to him sing it.

"Mama, loves me, and I love mama. And mama loves Grant, and Grant loves mama. And mama takes care of us and loves us. We love mama. We love mama...."


Not a bad make up kiddo.