The Weske Boys

It was the Weske boys' turn with Grandma this last week. (Sarah and Jon headed out with Seth for an elk hunt in central Utah. Sarah had the tag!) So their sons moved in with Mariah and I at the motel. Things haven't been this lively here since the last family get together. What a blast!

Nathan recently turned eight years old. He was off to school most days and then to cub scouts and watching football games at the high school field. He invited friends over and spent lots of time on the zip line and trampoline. He is currently quite obsessed with karate and was regularly trying out his moves on his brothers. Nathan was always the first one to bed at night and the first one up in the morning.

Jaxon is four and loves using the computer and creating things with legos. He attends a preschool in town two days a week and loves to be outside. Jaxon will eat about anything, but his favorite thing is peanut butter on a spoon!

Gavin is two. He speaks only a few words, but was constantly asking "Mom? Dad?" Once reassured that they were in the mountains with Grampa, he was content. His activities of choice were blowing bubbles, swinging and playing in the sandpile. Several days he napped, but most it was go, go, go until he crashed after dinner!


I have figured out that, to really enjoy a week with the grandkids, I have to block out all unneccessary plans and not expect to accomplish much beyond getting through the day happily. We read books, went for walks, ate Otter Pops and Marshmallow Mateys, watched movies and played outside. We caught bugs and picked dandelions for the dragon. We filled the bath tub regularly and splashed lots of water everywhere. We played with play dough and drew lots of pictures. Every night was a camp out in the great room with blankets and pillows all over the place. Though there were the occasional moments of disaster or disagreement, the whole week was a wonderful chance for all of us get close. I loved it.



An extra added bonus was the fact that Sarah shot an elk in the middle of the day on her 30th birthday after several days of hard hunting. (You'll have to talk to her or Seth to get the details of the whole trip.) Some cowboys were nearby and offered to help get it to the truck and load it up, saving Sarah and Seth hours of work. They dropped the meat to a locker and were home before bedtime Friday evening.


So my time with the Weske boys came to an end and it's back to "normal" life (if you can ever say that things here are normal). There is nothing quite like being a grandmother, is there? This gift I offered to my children has really been a gift to myself. I look forward to Ben's children's turn....maybe in November.