Sleepovers- Two Generations Later

Once upon a time, I would have sleepovers at my grandma’s house with my cousins. Then I became a parent, and you would all go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for a sleepover. When you were a bit older, your friends would come to our house to “sleep.”

But let’s be honest. There was not a lot of sleeping going on during those happenings. I never enjoyed these occasions, but I was still young enough to remember the excitement of spending the night with a friend or two (or three or more).

Now I am the grandma hosting the slumber events. I admit that it is very flattering to be told that Bryce has been asking more than once when he can sleep at our house and then was very excited once the date was set. He wanted to help make dinner: “Mac and cheese like last time.”

The day began with lunch and a swim at the pool followed by a trip to Publix to purchase ingredients for a smoothie.

“Grandma, we need strawberries, bananas, yogurt, and orange juice.”

We played his Thomas the Train game, built a house of cards, and then prepared and ate dinner. Bath time, story time, and prayers went by without any major hitches.

Dad and I turned off the lights after briefly tuning into Stephen Colbert’s show and sadly discovering it was a rerun. We had hoped to see Stephen’s take on the meaning and pronunciation of covfefe, our president’s newest gaffe or secret Russian code word.

I was in the middle of a dream about Jamie being arrested when I was awoken by a very quiet little voice whispering, “Grandma. I’m hungry.” Disappointed at not finding out what action caused Jamie to end up behind bars, I opened my eyes to see the little Munchkin standing beside me. (Thank goodness he did not do what I used to do to Grandma, which was to pry open her eyelids with my tiny fingers.)

“I need some yogurt, please.”

After informing Bryce that he could have his 4 am snack once he went to the bathroom (“I already did.”), I staggered into the kitchen and pulled out the yogurt and spoon. Two bites later, he was done and ready to go back to bed. Thankfully, I was able to return to sleep but not to that dream.

It seemed like a very long time later that I felt a presence staring at me. How long he was there before I opened my eyes I do not know.

“Grandma, I want to snuggle.”

How could anyone refuse that request, so I helped him climb into bed between Dad and me? By that time, Dad was finally awake. He made room for our little visitor—in vain—because Bryce truly wanted to snuggle with me. I was literally hanging off the edge of the bed while Dad was luxuriously sprawled on his side, but now wide awake.

“I’m going to make coffee,” Dad announced to the two of us.  Thankfully, there was no movement from my corner of the bed.

It was still dark, and sunrise was not until 6:15 (I had already checked that out the previous night because Bryce was excited to be able to see the sun rise from the comfort of our living room), so there was no way in the world I was going to leave my cozy nest.

“Let’s snuggle a bit more,” I instructed him, foolishly optimistic that he would fall back asleep. I don’t know if he did, but I was so exhausted that I did return to dreamland for a very brief time until I heard a very wide awake little voice cheerfully announce, “Grandma. Time for a smoothie!”

By now, it was already 5:15, so I could not deny that they night was done. So we shuffled off to the kitchen, made the smoothie, and settled down to wait for the sun to rise.  Good morning, world!



You Want to Eat What?

Now that I have small children in my life again, they are helping me dredge up old memories of your younger days.

Dad and I recently hosted a sleepover here with Bryce, and at dinner that night, we discussed breakfast options for the next day. When Dad offered to make French toast, Bryce seemed excited.

So the next morning when he awoke, he first announced that he would like to watch a show. That is very much like me since I don’t like to have any food immediately upon arising. Bryce still seemed happy with the idea of French toast, with a side of blueberries, so while he snuggled in our bed and watched Paw Patrol, Dad busied himself fixing breakfast. I was excited myself since I have not eaten French toast in years.

When we called him to the table, Bryce first ate all his blueberries and then just sat there. Apparently he had had a change of heart. As parents, we would have said, “Tough, tough creampuff. Eat your French toast,” but we are grandparents, so that is not what we said. Instead, we asked what he now wanted,and he stated that he wanted a turkey and cheese sandwich—deconstructed of course! Secretly, neither of us was  upset because, frankly,  the French toast looked great.

Dad looked at him strangely, but I was immediately reminded of Casey’s breakfasts back in the day. While Kelly and Jamie would typically have cereal or waffles, Casey loved to buck tradition just like her nephew. A typical Casey breakfast would be a tuna melt or perhaps a bowl of Progresso New England clam chowder.

Don’t get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with what she chose, but I just did not have the stomach for the odors of tuna or clam chowder at 7 o’clock in the morning. So in comparison, Bryce’s request was quite tame.

Daddy got right to work creating a beautiful “big plate.” In addition to the turkey and cheese, with a hamburger bun, Dad added some mac and cheese from dinner the previous evening. He tried to sneak in a pizza bagel, but Bryce was not interested. Obvi (as Casey would say), he takes after Aunt Casey with his breakfasts preferences, while Lily follows her aunt with her left-handedness.