One of the joys of grand-parenting is baby-sitting (aka, doing what comes naturally). I cut my teeth on this delightful task at the Seminary Avenue home.
The first basic in baby-sitting is diaper-changing. In the old days it became an art if you could do the job without jabbing yourself (or the baby) with a pin while holding down the squirming body. In today's world you have the sticky tape to do the job. The day when baby graduates to panties is a hallelujah day, indeed.
The next basic is feeding time - when you face the challenge of feeding the baby something he or she doesn't like. Usually it becomes a game of "airplane," where you zoom the food around until baby starts to laugh. Then you make a lightening thrust into the aperture (aka the mouth). You must be alert to sidestep any spitting of food in your direction.
Progressing with age, you enter the book-reading or game-playing stage. I suppose I played a thousand games of CANDYLAND with my grandchildren and I am still doing it today with great-grandchildren! If you are outside, it's swing-pushing, sandbox-playing, floating in the pool or teaching bike-riding.
My first time alone with granddaughter Kelly was in McLean. Grandmother and parents took off to see some ballet at Wolf Trap Park and I was in charge. Kelly dutifully took her "bot," and went right to bed. I had become an expert!!
More, later.
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