Dear Mom and Dad,
Thank you for letting me spend the night with OmaOpa. When I realized, Mom, that you were actually putting my car seat into Oma’s car so that I could go with her to see Opa, I was thrilled. (You know how I usually cry my eyes out when they leave me.)
When we arrived at their house, I was kinda shy. Possibly this was the first time I had been there without my big sis, and without my cuz, too. I did not know what to do with myself.
But, Oma fed me a decent lunch right away. Would you believe that she was not fazed a bit when I just wanted to eat cheese? I know, I know – you would have preferred that I eat the turkey and the bread, along with the cheese on my sandwich. However, when I asked pointedly if I could — pretty please! — have some more of that delicious, shredded Mexican cheddar mix, Oma let me. Maybe she was just happy that we could communicate so well? I dunno.
After my two-hour nap, I woke up without any of that initial shyness. Woo hoo, I thought! I have OmaOpa all to myself! I have all the toys all to myself! I can almost do whatever I want, and OmaOpa will let me! It was glorious.
I got to play with the water table.
I got to climb the playset and swing. (I did forget, just for a second, that I should be hanging on to the swing chains, but Oma was right there to remind me. She says she’s going to buy one of those “toddler seats” soon.)
I got to play with that long squirt-gun tube thingy. Opa showed me how to fill it with water, but I thought it was pretty cool just to listen to the squeeeeek as I pulled and pushed the tubes apart and together.
While Opa started the BBQ, Oma and I made mud pies. After that, Opa took me to see the llamas while Oma cooked BBQ pork ribs.
During dinner, Oma and I had another discussion regarding my tastes in food. She knew I was a meat-a-saurus, so tender pork was a good menu choice for dinner. She also remembered how much I adore black beans and had some of those on hand, too. (She thought I liked corn-on-the-cob as well as my cuz, Emmy, does, but I don’t really. Opa ate mine, which was cool.)
While we were eating, I asked Oma very politely if I might have my own “rib” with meat on it, instead of the pieces of delicious meat she had put on my plate. In fact, I asked if I could have her rib, and — she let me! We first blew on them, then I gnawed away.
After dinner was over, the three of us went for a “car walk” to see llamas again. Then, while Oma was running my bath water, Opa showed me a few videos he had taken of us.
We wrapped up the evening with a lovely bath. It lasted quite a while, until Oma abruptly cut it short when I began to fling water at her. (Probably she was hoping to take her own relaxing bath later after I was asleep?)
Finally, it was bedtime. I really, really wanted my Daddy then, and exclaimed this loudly to OmaOpa, but instead of letting me cry for very long, Opa came up and consoled me right away. After a few more consolations, Oma decided I was too warm, and opened the window. Ahhh! That was so much better. I slept peacefully the rest of the night.
So, thanks again, Mom and Dad, for allowing me to sleep over with OmaOpa. I think they had a great time, and are looking forward to having me again!
Love,
Moses