Sadly, I got very few pictures of my parents and the kids when they were here last month. There are, however, many wonderful memories that will be engraved in my memory - and that of the kids.
1. Abuelita playing "fofi fofi." This is a game my mom made up when the kids were babies. No, that's not true. She did this to my brother, my sister and me. She holds up little baby feet and sniffs them and then says, " Mmmm Hmmm, fofi fofi!" She pretends the sweet little baby feet are stinky. For some reason babies love this! The problem comes in when those sweet little baby feet become real big kid stinky feet. While C will always be my sweet baby. He no longer has fresh lil tootsies. So, Ita was not play acting when she reacted to those chubby little stinkers. Yes, she still plays with the big kids, but only after they come out of the bath!
2. The one picture I did manage to get was of Paw Paw brushing L's hair before school. She loves her long hair. She hates to brush it. The fact that she let Paw Paw at it is a sign of her love for him. The fact that he noticed her snarly tangly hair needed brushing is a sign that he loves her. This picture makes my heart ache at the distance between my kids and their Beatty grandparents.
Thankfully, we live close to Munca - C has nicknamed Grandma Ruff, "Munca." It has stuck and we are all starting to call her that now. We had dinner at Munca's on Sunday. C had on his MN Twins jammies and decided that he needed to play ball with Munca.. Munca was sitting down drinking her coffee when C decided to "recruit" her. He ran over to her and grabbed her shirt to pull her up. He'd pitch to Munca - big wind up of the arm included. She would bat the imaginary ball and he would run the bases, crossing home plate by jumping onto the couch. He was giggling the entire time. This whole thing was repeated several times. Each time, C and Munca laughed even more. And, darn it - I forgot the camera. All I need to do, though, is close my eyes to see those two playing imaginary ball together.
What a blessing grandparents are to their grandchildren. What a blessing cameras can be to capture those memories. But, if like me, you find yourself in the midst of a Kodak moment without your camera - just let the moment soak into you and burn itself into your heart and your memory. You will always find it there. And, honestly, it's a lot easier to scrapbook those pictures than the ones taken with your camera!