Our grandson spent the weekend with us again, which is fine most of the time. His mom works nights and if I keep him on Sunday then she can get some sleep. So he is here most weekends, and on special ocassions.

He spends enough time with us that he knows his boundaries – what he can fix himself to eat or drink, what stuff to stay out of, don’t let the dogs out without a leash, no outdoors play without an adult, etc.

I created a Windows user directory for him so that he doesn’t have access to my desktop and programs. He’s allowed to play game on the internet and we’ve found some great sites that will keep him busy for hours.

He has a toybox in the living room and is really good about keeping his toys picked up. He learned a long time ago that toys left on the floor will and do get eaten by the dogs and then thrown away. Dottie is especially found of plastic dinosaurs – she can behead one in a flash, and if left alone she will chew off each foot and the tail, too.

Wait!

Hush!

In between chasing ankle-biters and cleaning up their messes, I hope to have a few minutes now and then to have my say.

Put that down!

Don’t you dare!

Don’t you make me come over there!

Now where’s my cup of coffee? I know I had it right here, just a minute ago.