“Three year old wandering around in aisle 7”

Tantrum

AGMA had been home from her European mis-adventures for a whole two weeks.  So, it was time to go somewhere again last week.

Honestly, I can only stay put for so long…

This time it was Chicago where TMAGITW (the most adorable grandchildren in the world) live. We left 70 something degree Altanta to go to 30 something degree Chicago.

It’s true love.

But I was thinking of amending my acronym to TMAGITWAACTYO (the most adorable granddaughter in the world and a cute three year old) after the first part of our visit.

Our grandson is nothing but pure energy with some thin flesh coating. He just turned 3 in December so he’s still got some lingering ‘terrible 2’ issues. He’s got a strong personality/will, and more often than not, some tears, some screaming and a fit usually gets him what he wants from his parents.

I have nicknamed him Little Napoleon (LN.)

And it seemed like LN was not getting what he wanted quite a bit while we were there. Lots of crying and screaming and temper tantrums.

AGMA was clearly concerned about this behavior and it’s future ramifications.

More immediately, AGMA was concerned (read that, terrified) because Hubs and I were going to be the chief cooks and bottle washers for 24 hours while Son#1 and DIL did an mini-vacation downtown.

But I think my son started rethinking leaving the kids with us after I lost LN in Whole Foods the second day our our visit.

Yes – I lost my grandson in Whole Foods. In the middle of Chicago.

You may judge me.

I won’t go into detail, but there was a full 5 minutes when his whereabouts were unknown to all but the Creator.

AGMA was scared sh*tless.

So there I was running down the main aisle of WF screaming his name.

I found him on the far side of the store (or course) with some really nice store employees who kept telling me, “He’s fine, he’s fine. Everything’s okay.”

My heart started beating again.

There was also a woman around my age with a cart who was shooting daggers from her eyes at me like I was Bette Davis beating LN with a hanger. I think she was the one who found him wandering around. I tried thanking her, but she just glared at me.

She was definitely judging me.

On a positive note, the little guy managed to score a box of cookies during his wanderings. So of course I bought them for him.

And wouldn’t you know it, the first thing LN tells his mom when we get home is, “I got lost in Whole Foods.”

Dammit.

AGMA wanted to gradually introduce the subject. Perhaps in explaining the source of the cookies?

But my DIL was not too terribly upset (perhaps because he returned home with us and was not purloined away), and used what happened as a lesson for him as to what to do in the future if he wanders away.

AGMA was impressed by her lack of hysteria.

But later that night when Son#1 came home from work, oh boy…

I casually mentioned losing LN for a few minutes in WF. Son#1 seemed to have heard that LN was stolen by white slavers who were going to ship him off to an Ivanka Trump sweatshop to put zippers in dresses, and we barely wrestled him away from them.

Son#1 was furious. But in a quiet, seething, scary way. He really couldn’t say much when I willingly admitted my wrong, profusely apologized and assured him I would NEVER take my eyes off LN again. And I meant it all.

But the fury continued on slow simmer from him for the rest of the night.

Awkward…

BUT, he was not angry enough to cancel their stay-cation plans. Hmmm…

Now pressure was on. AGMA couldn’t screw up again or else…(???)

LN’s old enough to understand the concept of his parents going on a date, so when they left at 11 on Saturday morning he was okay with it.

My 16 month old granddaughter, just starting to talk, emitted a constant stream of, “Ma ma? Da da?” At which point LN gently and sweetly assured her that they were on a date and would return soon.

Yeah. Sure. Like in 23 hours.

But the truth is that we all had a wonderful time together!

There was very little crying and no fits or tantrums. From any of us.

LN and his sister didn’t fight over toys or take random whacks at each other. We played and we ate and we napped and we played some more.

It was like a frat party for toddlers.

Every time Son#1 texted, “How’s it going?” I had to text back, “Great!”

At some point that evening, we told LN that some dates are overnight dates, and that Mommy and Daddy would be back around lunchtime the next day. He was way cool with it. And amazingly well behaved.

Little V just kept saying, “Ma ma? Da da?” But she continued to play the heck out of those little flower stickers.

They both had moments when they freaked out a bit, but they were very short lived. And we all slept really well that night.

Thank God!

Overall, AGMA Nana and Bumpa did a stellar job. Other than the Whole Foods debacle.

I’m never going to live that one down.

Obviously, the kids were overjoyed when their parents came home on Sunday. But within 10 minutes there was crying, screaming and tantrum throwing. Which continued for the next hour. Both of them.

The kids that is.

Hmmm….

Who knows?

Maybe Hubs and AGMA are child whisperers. Maybe our lifetime experience in child rearing gives us an upper hand over relatively new parents. Or maybe somehow we managed to communicate firm but loving boundaries for the kids to operate in and they liked it.

Or all three?

And the good news is that we saw our grandson transform from LN back to TMAGITW.

Nice.

22 thoughts on ““Three year old wandering around in aisle 7”

  1. You were brave grandparents to take on a 1-year old and a 3-year old for 24 hours. At least you knew you always had a trip to Whole Foods as a backup in an emergency! 😉

    I love how they immediately tell on you to their parents. My little grandson would announce to his mother as she walked through the door after a long days’ work, “Grandma let me have two cookies before dinner!” You can’t win. Fortunately, they’re worth it!! 🙂

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    • They are little stinkers in that they tattle on you so willingly! I can’t wait until they are old enough to conspire with…. But you are right, they are definitely worth it!!

      And my DIL’s parents have stayed with them alone for 2 nights so OF COURSE we had to be successful with our one night gig to sort of keep up… 🙂

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  2. My experience with grand kids has always been that they behave perfectly fine with grandparents. It’s the parents who normally cause the problems. and trust me, by the time they get to age 7, the response to losing one in the store will be more like, “Oh, nice cookies, thanks.”

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    • I defer to your expertise Andrew…

      Sadly, our kids grandparents were never around long enough to know if they acted differently with them or not.

      I told my son that we lost he and his brother a few times when they were little. I don’t think that helped… Oops.

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  3. I had my two oldest grandchildren frequently when they were little, and no matter how much fun they had they took one look at their mother and burst into tears. It was a given. That’s just how it is. They are now young adults and perfectly well behaved!

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    • How did their mother take them bursting into tears? Neither one of our “sets” of parents were around very much when our kids were growing up so I didn’t have the opportunity to experience that… But that’s okay – I think it would have hurt my feelings! Glad to know that your grands were so positively influenced by you that they are great young adults… (It was all you I’m sure!)

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      • Actually, now that I think about it, at least half the time they burst into tears crying that they didn’t want to go home! My daughter just rolled her eyes and didn’t get too hurt by it. And sure, I’ll take some credit for helping them turn into the great people they are.

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  4. I think parents give in often because they deal with tantrums more than we do so they are often not as consistent in guidelines of discipline and acceptable behaviors as we grandparents. But we are more experienced and are truly child whisperers, that’s what I prefer to think. LOL

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  5. Perhaps we could introduce LN to ‘the Devil Child” aka “her PIB(Pain in the Butt)ness. Those are some of the names I affectionately bestowed on my youngest child, of whom I also said that God had sent us this “gift” as confirmation that she would definitely be our last. She was born at 2:13AM and, when they asked me if I wanted to see her before going to my very own post delivery room I sagely replied that wouldn’t be necessary since I would be seeing her every day of her life, or at least for the next 18 years or so.
    My kids were my parents’ “jewels”, their first and only grands. Fast forward and the PIB is now nearly 27 and currently living near my widowed mom who has finally “come over to my side” with regard to this “jewel” when she sheepishly said to me recently “(PIB) can be mean sometimes.”

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    • Awww…I hate to hear that you there might be some ‘friction’ between your daughter and the rest of the family. Is ‘friction’ an understatement? Sometimes kids are just born that way… Did you ever see the move The Bad Seed? Just kidding!! 🙂 Maybe she’ll mellow out after she gets on the other side of 30? Or maybe 40? Or 50? Hope springs eternal!

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