Well, it’s over. They’re gone. It was fun and I have to say I am totally worn out but had such a good time. I had the three oldest grandchildren for four days while their parents went for a short trip to Paris with the baby. I think they all had a good time and got to watch way more TV than they ever have. They played some children’s video games that I found online and because we didn’t have enough books I ended up reading books to them from the Internet, or a voice read the book while pictures were shown. One they especially liked was one called Enemy Pie. The two year old like Tommy the Train which I had more than enough of.
Number one is serious and sensitive and he told me some things that he worried about, especially the coming school year as his Italian isn’t fluent yet. He watched out for the other two and told me if they were doing something they shouldn’t have. He is six and can read books at the third and fourth grade level. Maurice is always teasing me when he sees me eating a snack or a piece or candy and will say, “Is it good? Is it very good?” It drives me crazy. Anyway, he started saying the same thing to the kids. Jackson came up to me in private and said, “Can you make Maurice stop saying that to me? It really bothers me.” Of course once Maurice heard this, he said it even more. Number one also said, “You know what? Sometimes when Maurice talks, I don’t understand what he is saying.” I just told him, “Sometimes, I don’t either.”
Number two is four years old with white blond hair and dark green eyes. He likes to cuddle and often sat on my lap whenever I sat down, usually at the computer. I took them all on a walk to the nearby village cemetery. They asked where the people were buried and I explained that they were in the ground under the grave markers in coffins. Number two said, “They cough in there?” I think of the three, he likes my chocolate chip cookies the best and even asks if he can have one after breakfast.
Number three is the comedian at age two. He has no trouble keeping up with the older two although he does fall occasionally. He apparantly heard our discussions about Maurice asking about how we liked our food. One day he had his mouth full chewing while he seriously looked at Maurice. When his food was all chewed up and swallowed he said, “It is really good, Maurice?” He can drive older brother number two crazy when he tell him that he, Number 3, is Number 2. He’s learned exactly how to make his brother mad and he is very good at it.
Number three is the watermelon kid. He couldn’t eat enough and I had to stop him from eating the rind.