grammy and pappy bonding

On Tuesday, we met my mom, who the boys refer to as Grammy, for lunch and shopping.  We first had lunch at one of our favorite restaurants, Chili's.  The boys had their usual dinners (pizza and fries for Bob and grilled cheese and fries for SJ) and I had my usual (grilled chicken sandwich with their most delicious mashed potatoes--yummy!).  Grammy got bacon chicken quesadillas.  We all enjoyed our meals and it gave the boys time to chat with Grammy.

After lunch, we went over to the mall to get dress shoes for the wedding that the boys are in at the end of June.  I wasn't expecting this to go well, but I was happily surprised.  We were able to find a pair for each of the boys within 30 minutes.  When we finished shoe shopping, we went to a different store to buy a bathing suit for myself.  I had my mom supervise the boys while I went through the excruciating task of trying on suits.  Fortunately, both boys had electronics to keep them occupied for the 60 minutes that it took me to find a suit. 

"Why does it take girls so long to find a bathing suit?"  Bob asked me.  "I could have found 10 suits in the time that it took you," he added.  "Well, you are a boy and it is much harder for girls," I told him.  After my mom paid for my suit (an early birthday present), we drug the boys to the shorts section for me to find a pair of jean shorts.  Luckily, I found them within minutes.  We said goodbye to Grammy and went home.

The next day, my parents came over to watch the boys while I went to get a haircut.  When my dad, who my kids call Pappy, came up the stairs, he was wearing a Heinz ketchup shirt.  SJ looked at my dad and smiled.  "Hey Pappy, is that a ketchup shirt?" he asked my dad.  "Yes, it is," my dad answered.  "Can I hug you and squirt ketchup out of you?" SJ asked him with an even bigger smile.  My dad just laughed and said, "You are too much, SJ."

While I was gone, the boys ate dinner with my parents.  I had ordered a pizza.  I limit the cheese that SJ eats, but it has been a while since he had pizza.  Apparently, Bob had to remind SJ to only have two slices.  If he has too much pizza, he gets a little crazy.  My mom said that Bob then ate two more slices and put the last two slices in the fridge.  When I got home, I decided to eat the leftover pizza.  SJ just sat there and looked so sad as I ate my dinner.  I felt bad, but I don't want him to go crazy from eating too much pizza. 

My mom told me that SJ showed her his yearbook.  He had scribbled in his yearbook and I wasn't pleased with this behavior.  He told her that I had yelled at him and he would never do it again.  I wish SJ would have shared a better story with my parents, but I am glad that they get to spend quality time with them.