Children.  They sure can throw you for a loop, can't they?

Jason's mom is visiting for the week, so our Grandparents Day began, appropriately, with the kids playing and eating breakfast with their "GingGing."  One would have taken this as a good sign, and I suppose it was.  However, my kids were more interested in playing then in making phone calls.

Attempt one was a call to my parents in which both Gordon and Teeny would only say, "Hello."  That's right, just a brief, ''Hello," followed by a look of, "I know you want me to say more, but it is so fun to irritate you like this."

Lunch was great -- roast chicken and the fixins followed by my made-from-scratch carrot cake and cream cheese frosting.  Gordon gave "GingGing" her homemade beaded keychain (which he, of course, told her about the minute they picked her up from the airport the day before).  After lunch we went down to the Annapolis harbor and the Naval Academy to walk around and feed the ducks.

Enter call two during which Gordon REFUSED to talk to Jason's dad.  Feeding ducks is much more important, really.

That evening we came home for sandwiches and chips. . . and another try at calling Jason's dad.  This time Gordon consented, as it was the only alternative to bedtime, and actually had a decent conversation. . . but Teeny just giggled.

Oh, well, I don't guess the grandparents will complain.  After all, grandparents have been through the toddler years before.  They know how it can be, and they love their grandkids more than we'll ever know in spite of it all.