My aunt is out of town, leaving my grandmother to babysit my little cousin. Concerned with leaving a grumpy old woman who can't play very well in charge of a happy, playful toddler, she asked me to go by and visit her son. To my surprise I found both of them in a happy mood when I arrived, my cousin dutifully eating his dinner (which is unusual for him). So I had a good chat with my grandma while the tot ate pizza, and then he and I played.
We played with "fire candles" (which is what he calls his light-up toy guns) and pretended to do the magic spell from Bedknobs and Broomsticks (and to my surprise, he knew all the words to the spell, and also to my surprise, I remembered them also). We played ball, threw beanbags, and drove firetrucks. I gave him a piggyback ride and took him out to ride his new bicycle (also known as a motorcycle) around the neighborhood. I enjoy playing with kids, especially kids of this age, but I don't often have a close relationship with them. I think I've only ever had three other children (my brother and a set of twins who were the get of one of my mother's old friends) shout, "HEADERRRRR!!" excitedly whenever I appear. So fun. I'm going to try to stop by again Thursday.
My grandma gave me all the photos she'd been collecting of me, my whole life, while I was over there. Pictures of me and my family having adventures starting when I was a little pink amoeba and ending a few months after I landed my current job. I didn't even know she was making all these albums... she had pictures of my first dance teachers even, and pictures of things I don't even remember anymore, and somehow had pictures of plays that I was in when she wasn't even able to go watch them. She said she was getting old and wanted to make sure all of her stuff gets to the right people, starting with her pictures. That concerns me just a little bit. She's currently a pretty healthy, hardy old woman. I know that sometimes people just know when they're not going to be around for much longer and start getting their affairs in order, so I'm wondering if it's that, good measure, or just grandma being paranoid (which is not unusual either). Regardless, she's doing what she feels she needs to do right now. Considering that she and mother recently quit talking to each other (again), I'm hoping it's *not* one of those 'you just know' things. It would be terribly sad if grandma was not able to close affairs with mom, and they had to part on bad terms. Regardless, it was sweet of her to give me all those pictures... I had a good time going through them last night.