It’s always a whirlwind when Nichole, Corey and the grandkids come up for a visit. Our quiet little home suddenly transforms into the Rooney Funhouse.
The ensuing 21 hours add an additional 2 adults and 5 kids under the age of 10 packed into a house that normally consists of just 2 stuck-in-their-routine something-year-olds and 2 polar opposite cats.
Reality TV has nothing on us, baby!
If I were to really sit down and document everything that happens within that short time frame, I think that my mind would explode. And from going through all of the pictures that were taken, it just might.
I think that the best part of these visits is for Rick. He gets to be Grandpa for a while, and he is really good at it. Young ones jumping on his lap, giving him hugs, and him in return giving them as much sugary snacks as he possibly can.
And he always gets to play entertainer for the kids, taking them outside and letting them be their young, energetic selves.
We don’t have trampoline, so the trailer that is in the backyard works just fine in a pinch.
Walker found the wagon that we use to haul wood…
…and his sister Paige graciously agreed to pull him around the yard.
But Kayla kit the jackpot with the lawn tractor!
What Grandpa could deny these youngins a ride around the neighborhood?
And away they go!
They had a great time! I could hear them laughing, singing and telling jokes at the top of their lungs a 1/4 mile away.
Rick in all his Grandpa glory, right before Walker pounced on his back wanting a piggy-back ride (which didn’t happen… sorry little dude).
I’m so glad that the weather cooperated so that they could go outside, get some fresh air and burn off some of that energy that is only reserved for the young.
I’m still trying to figure out how to bottle that energy.
I’d make a fortune.