Sometimes I think Jet and I must be almost the same age. She seems to enjoy just about anything I want to do. In the last month or so we’ve busied ourselves with grocery shopping, furniture shopping, mall-walking, leaf collecting and pumpkin carving. She’s helped entertain a houseguest, celebrated our wedding anniversary, wrote letters to her aunt, tried her hand at subtraction and started to learn cross-stitch. We endured a day of fever and vomiting and spent another day easing the discomfort of illness with a marathon of Disney movies. We groomed the dog and experimented with Jet’s hair. We went hiking, got caught in a sudden hail shower, read books and drew pictures. In short, we’ve been so busy together that the time to write about it evaporated more quickly than the leaves fell from the trees.
As a cold front moved down from the north, we realized Jet needed new boots, gloves and earmuffs. Her feet have grown three sizes since last fall! The “emergency” outfit kept at Grandma’s house was also too small. She’s suddenly “too old” and too busy to sit in the tub with bath toys and wants to take a quick shower instead. She has learned to make her own ponytail and is trying to tie her own shoes.
Our conversations have also grown in range and scope: As we drove past a repurposed building, I pointed out to my husband how happy I was to see it being re-used. “Why was it empty, Grandma?” came a little voice from the back of the car. Jet is always listening.
“Because the people who own the stores keep building new ones instead of fixing up the ones we already have. Grandma doesn’t think that’s a good idea. It’s wasteful.”
“I don’t think it’s a very idea good either! That’s just wrong! That is so wrong!” When I grow up I’m going to tell them how to do things better!”
“Good for you, sweetie. I’m very glad to hear it.”
And yet, this week at naptime, Jet reminded me just how very little she really is. “Let’s play that game, Grandma, can we play that game?”
“You know, the one where I hide and Papa can’t find me! Quick, quick, quick, put me in the bed before he gets here! Cover me up! Hurry!”
I covered Jet with 2 blankets and some stuffed animals. She lay with her hind end up in the air, making a very large lump under the blanket. Papa came into the room.
“I don’t know where Jet could be,” I intoned.
“Golly, is she still out in the living room?” Nope. We looked under the bed, in the closet and in the bathroom while Jet lay giggling under the covers. “Wait! I think I might see kitty peeking out from under the covers.” Papa lifted a corner of the blanket as Jet shook with laughter. “Look at this lump! Could this be something?”
“You FOUND me!” she chortled and hurled herself into his arms. “I love this game, Papa!”