Posts Tagged With: Papa and Baby K

“B-Papa house”

We had our first Baby K weekend.
Well, it was more of a trial run. She spent one night instead of two.

Saturday morning she spent her time waffling between eating her breakfast and rushing to the window to see if I was there to get her yet.
When I came down the hill to their house, she and her mommy were on the front porch waiting. I beeped the horn and she threw her hands in the air and said, “BEEEE!”

On the way home she talked excitedly about seeing her Papa. When we pulled into the garage, I sent her inside to find Papa while I got her bag and mine from the car.
Of course Baby K was immediately distracted by all the pumpkins I placed around the house. The search for Papa was temporarily postponed while she went everywhere she could reach them and brought them to a central location in the living room.


She systematically gathered them all around her.


Then cracked up with laughter!

Papa had to wait patiently for her to be ready to greet him. It was worth the wait though, she flung herself at him and squeezed him tightly.

Sunday we went to the little playground in our neighborhood.

This girl climbed and slid and climbed and slid and went in and under and over as much of the entire structure as possible!

She went into the little house and announced it was hers then began to say, “Arf arf!”
I asked her if she was a dog and she said, “Mm-HMM!”

She even barked out the window to her Papa.

We were able to play nearly half an hour before it began to sprinkle and we had to head home.

She’s really into creating family groups. Pulling together three things and calling it the baby, mommy and daddy. Whenever she groups these things, she says, “Awww” and kind of hugs herself.
She was doing it here with us too. “B-Papa, Awww”
When we were both near enough to each other and her, she would put her arms out and say, B-Papa. We would lean into her and she would make the sweetest mmmm sound and whisper the word home.
The fact that we are her home as much as her parents are overwhelms my heart. That we’re a place she feels comfortable and safe is powerful stuff, y’all.
The fact that I have seasonal decor she can play with doesn’t hurt either…

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a girl and her bomb pop

YBW and I went over to see Baby K (and her Mommy and Daddy) Sunday after visiting the new house. It’s been two weeks since we last saw them and I gotta tell you, I missed that kid!
When we drove up she came tearing around the side of the house and across the yard screaming, “BEEEEEE! PAPA!” and leapt right into YBW’s arms! They hugged and she giggled and then she turned and held up her arms and said, “Beee!” we squeezed each other so tightly!
All was right with the world because Baby K and her Birdie and Papa were in the same place again.

We played.
We had lunch.
We went to the playground.
That girl is quickly mastering climbing up slides, and I couldn’t be prouder!

The ice cream truck drove by and some of the bigger kids on the playground began screaming, “Ice cream man!” and running.
Baby K has no earthly idea what the ice cream man is but she pointed at the truck and said, “Hi keem!”, you know her Papa went and stood in line behind all those other kids patiently waiting to get that girl some ice cream. She stood with her mommy and I pointed at the pictures until she grinned and gave an enthusiastic, “Mmm hmm!”.

a girl and her bomb pop

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Baby K is two!

Monday was the second anniversary of Baby K coming into our world.
Y’all, I’m just as awestruck, just as joyful, just as SQUEE as I was that day.
This little girl is more than I could ever hope for!

YBW and I went out to their house in the early afternoon timing our arrival with her waking from her nap.
Three things happened all at once: Baby K woke kind of grouchy, Aunt Gaga (Thing 2) called, and Papa pulled M&M’s out of his pocket.

When she heard her Auntie’s voice, Baby K was all smiles even though she was grouchy. Then suddenly, she climbed out of her mommy’s lap and ran to her Papa.
I was over there like WTF?
That’s when I realized he bribed her with candy.
Classic grandfather move. (imagine me shaking my fist, while also being slightly amused)

Well, it turns out talking to your Aunt and sharing chocolate with your Papa is just what a grouchy-wake-up birthday girl needs.

Presents were tricky, as she really didn’t understand exactly what was going on, but she loves to rip paper, so it evens out. However, she does rip the teeniest little pieces of paper off stuff, so it takes about forty-seven-thousand (possible exaggeration) separate rips to actually unwrap a gift.
Papa and I solved that problem with gift bags, though she pulls out each piece of tissue one at a time so it’s a similar process. (oh, that girl!)

This backpack was a hit.
She said, “A clue! A clue!”
The moment she got it on her back, she waved and said, “Bye!” before turning and walking to the front door.

That girl was ready to go!
Um…peace out, chicken.

My offspring are notorious for their ambivalence toward cake, and it seems to have carried on to the next generation too. So, instead of cake Baby K had ice cream as her birthday treat! A chocolate shake to be exact. From this delicious little frozen custard place not too far from their house.

How it started:

Where we finally put a stop to it:

Birdie took her straight to the tubby while her Daddy and Papa cleaned the mess, and her Mommy started a load of laundry.

Y’all it was spectacular!
She became one with that ice cream and it was an absolute joy to watch. Even when she splashed it all over the rest of us, we couldn’t help but laugh!

This was Baby K’s second birthday in the time of covid. Even though she didn’t get a big ol’ party, we had big ol’ fun!

My daughter’s daughter is precious and beloved.
I’m grateful she was born.
I’m grateful to celebrate her birthday with her.
I’m grateful to be her Birdie.

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adventures with Birdie and Papa

When mommy and daddy are away, Baby K will play.
Or as her Papa said, “When it’s just you and Birdie and me, we’re going to party like rock stars.”

Thing 1 and Husband N did a two day – one night trip to celebrate Thing 1’s birthday. Then it kind of became a bit of celebration for buying their first house. It was also a bit of utilizing the built in childcare YBW and I can provide.
Thing 1 remarked that going on a minibreak two weeks before closing on their house was chock full of irony, but it was already planned and she was excited.

Saturday morning Papa read every book in the basket in Baby K’s room, then she and I colored with markers at the kitchen table before we went to the playground at our neighborhood elementary school. The first thing she did was fall off the stairs on the slide. (grandparent fail?)
I think she was more scared than hurt and even with the snuggles and kisses and mulch removal, she was unsettled. Not the best way to begin our adventure, but she rallied and chose to be adventurous.


She struggled to climb up through the tube, but with Papa pushing from the bottom, and Birdie pulling from the top, she made it!
Then there was lots of giggles going down the slide on the other side.

She “quack quack(ed)” at all the birds and said, “Hi!” to the airplane flying by.

When we got home from the playground, we had lunch then watched some of Moana.
After her nap, she played in her media table, which is currently filled with a variety of beans.
She had pizza for dinner, but not just any pizza, pepperoni rolls which are kind of like garlic knots and stromboli had a delicious baby. And she loved it!

She had such fun exploring at the new house Sunday morning. She’s got a penchant for picking up construction debris and finding creative ways to use it.
She found this empty caulk tube and turned it into a scope. (yes, we brought it home and washed it for her to play with)

We blew bubbles on the porch after lunch. Well, we didn’t blow them, the bubble blowing machine did. Baby K and the dogs danced and chased and popped so many bubbles!
Her mommy and daddy got home about ten minutes after she woke from her nap

Y’all, we had such fun with that girl!
How fortunate we can provide childcare for her parents at the same time getting to spend such precious and sacred time with our granddaughter.
Birdie and Papa FTW!

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