Arrival in Milton, Being a Grandparent

Arrival in Milton was almost anticlimactic but the welcome of our grandchildren made it worth the hours we put in on the road to get there. It takes us almost twenty hours to make the trip and, unlike traveling with my nephew, traveling with Mama takes a different pace. Chase was trying to hide his exasperation as it grew with each bathroom stop. But traveling with two old fogies, he has to take what he gets.
Unloading was a breeze and since some of the stuff that stuffed our little van will stay in Milton - it was like Christmas for our kids and grandkids. I will know how big an effect that will have when we pack the van tomorrow morning to go to Hot Springs. We enjoyed church here on a Tuesday night because of a special retreat planned for the teachers of the church school and used Wednesday night to go to the outlet malls in Destin - about an hour away. It will be the last Outlet Mall shopping Mama will be able to do for quite a while.
Meanwhile we have been waking to our grandchildren each morning and I cannot tell who loves it more, Mama or Mykenzie. Grant is only slightly effected by our company a long as he gets fed as soon as his feet hit the floor. Blake has allowed us to take turns holding him during his waking times but only if we remain standing. Sitting, laying, leaning, lounging or any other resting or semi-resting position is cause for immediate crying. He’s pretty definite.
So now we’ve eaten our Milton Bakery doughnuts, scavenged shells at Navarre Beach, shopped the Outlet Malls, and have gone trick-or-treating with the grandchildren. We have been up late every night, up early every morning, eaten out more in one week that Cori and Nate do in a month, spent more than I should have and basically worn everyone out through a thoroughly disrupted routine. We can now leave our spoiled, tired and confused grandchildren to the care of their equally worn out parents and move on to our children in Hot Springs.
Being grandparents is the bomb.