Movy and The Mall Rats

Several months ago Meghann asked me if I would have any interest in taking care of Roscoe for a few days in mid-September so that she could attend the wedding of one of her high school friends in Buffalo, New York. Of course I immediately agreed.  And the plan evolved from there. We decided that it would be fun if I could combine Roscoe watching with Weezy visiting. So I flew into San Francisco on Wednesday afternoon and Meghann and Roscoe joined the party late yesterday afternoon.  Meghann left for New York on the red-eye last night at 11:15. 

Our first night went very well.  My little pal awakened a few times in the night, but all it took to reassure him was a mini-back rub and a few whispered words, “Movy is right here watching over you.” After a huge breakfast and a few minutes of Sesame Street (and one very odoriferous diaper) we dressed and took off for the mall.  First stop - Barnes and Noble for some browsing and extended play at the train table.  Then on to the indoor playground.  Roscoe took off running the minute his shoes were off, and he didn’t stop running - or smiling - for almost an hour.  Weezy and Movy did some people watching and lots of drooling (Weezy, not me.)

Lunch time found us in the Food Court surrounded by every tempting taste treat imaginable.  The kid ate a slice of cheese pizza the size of Texas and licked his way through several frozen yogurt samples.  A grand time was had by all.  Too bad about his shirt.  It will never be quite the same.  I was astonished by  the number of people who stopped us to exclaim about how adorable my grandchildren are.  I must say I  did become slightly puffed with pride.

And now for some bath-time antics.

Salt and pepper.

Salt and pepper.

Every family needs a unicorn.

Every family needs a unicorn.

Mall madness.
Move, watch what I can do.

Movy, watch what I can do.

Go faster, please.

Go faster, please.

Munchin’ on some lunch.

Weezy will have her lunch later.

Weezy will have her lunch later.

Pizza on Movy's lap. I'm so tired.

Pizza on Movy's lap. I'm so tired.

 The long walk back to the car.

I'm one pooped cowgirl.
I’m one pooped cowgirl.
On the agenda tomorrow:  1. An event in the morning - “Banjos and Ballads”
2.  A barbecue at 2:00  3.  Game night with Katie’s friends in the evening
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE. 

 

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2 Comments

  1. Pam says:

    If I looked for them, I know we have photos of Jim and Liz and Meghann in your tub on Rogers Circle sporting the unicorn up-do! You took care of them when Dan & I went to Puerto Vallarta. And now you are still being the very most fun lady to hang out with at any age! Lets do foam hairstyles when we get together next time! I vote for beer foam, or maybe reddi-whip.

    ... on July September 14th, 2009
  2. Meghann says:

    I sure had a blast in NY, but it looks like I missed out on some good times with my paves too! Thanks very much to Movy and Auntie Sips for taking great care of Roscoe, and freeing me up for some gal pal time!

    ... on July September 16th, 2009

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