Please excuse me for a brief moment of geekiness,
bee’s knees noun
: a highly admired person or thingMerriam Webster Dictionary
But “Mr. Bill” was the bee’s knee’s this weekend…
We spent Saturday late afternoon and evening with three of the six grandlittles while the parents celebrated their anniversary.
The grandlittles aren’t too little anymore, and they have never been particularly quiet, but they have always loved “Mr. Bill”.
The first time Andrew met Bill he called him “grandpa” and was corrected immediately because it was early in our dating life and at that point nobody really knew how things would go. So “Mr. Bill” stuck like glue.
We started with pizza, macaroni and cheese, cupcakes, a deer hunt in the woods, and then I heard the lawn mower start up.
Grandma provided safety glasses and the little littles had a big time first riding, steering, then eventually mowing the yard with the big kid (Bill) sitting behind.
Another trip to the woods to find deer and then some cartoons. (Boy, cartoons are not the same as they used to be).
At one point I attempted to sit down on the couch beside Andrew and he said, “Grandma you can’t sit there, that’s Mr. Bill’s seat.”
The television got boring and back outside they went to, wait for it, look for more deer!
Then we started a fire, collected perfect marshmallow roasting sticks, and roasted marshmallows.
Except Andrew, he preferred the un-roasted variety and still wanted to sit beside Mr. Bill instead of grandma – but when gran got sad he said, “I still love you grandma!”
Then a rousing game of hide-and-seek. Truthfully, I couldn’t hide because I was too busy laughing at all the kids, including Mr. Bill, hiding.
By the time hide-and-seek was over it was pajama time and Daddy and Mommy came back not long after.
Mr. Bill is now the bee’s knees. Grandma is not entirely chopped liver, but close.
I am grateful for grandlittles and the fun they bring.
XO Lisa ❤️