Our New Consulting Job

 It’s been three weeks since we’ve seen our grandson. We both agree that’s long enough. So we asked Kaitlin and Jon if we could come down Monday and take care of him for a week, fix them dinner every night and then leave the following Sunday. They said, “Yes.” I mean, what’s the point of being retired if you can’t inject yourself into your grandson’s life at a moment’s notice?

Lest any of you think that we are going a bit overboard with the grand parenting, I should point out the fact that it’s not entirely our fault. When you are being bombarded with pictures like these practically every day, what would you do?

What would you have us do? Ignore all of this cuteness? I think not. Of course, there are practical reasons why we are making this particular trip. There were several Christmas presents that had to be left here at the house because they couldn’t fit everything in their car when they left three weeks ago. We can’t keep putting that off. Then there’s the other issue having to do with Aunt Bailey…

Not gonna lie…a little jealous that she gets to hang out with him more than us.

I like to think of this grand parent thing as sort of like our post-career consulting job. Pam and I go down for a week at a time to consult with the new parents where we discuss the latest best practices of child rearing—like scrapping crib naps for contacted naps, doing wheelies on walks with the stroller, and bringing cultural awareness to the boy with the use of ethnically diverse tickle monster voices. You know what they say—it takes a village idiot to raise a child—or something like that.