Blogging A – Z Challenge 2022: M is for My Adventures or Do I Give A Two-Year-Old A Hammer When He Asks For One?

Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22713 – 963

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I had the day off today because I will be working tomorrow and spent it with half of my grandchildren. Two teenagers who were neither sullen nor surly, a nine-month-old, a five-month-old, and a two-year-old. TNT has no children of her own but she doubles down on the auntie thing. Besides her, I have a daughter who lives here with her husband, a five-month-old, and an every other week six-year-old. My son has two teenagers, my other son, who adopted us and whom we adopted who calls us mom and dad, has a teenage boy and a girl. I also have a daughter who lives in Pueblo with her husband and four children, two teenagers, a two-year-old, and a nine-month-old. She doesn’t wait for an invitation or a special event, she just calls and says she’s coming.

Our house can become quite hectic at moments and a lot of things go by unnoticed or uncared for, like the alliance between Alex and Hey-Boy about leftover food of any sort. or not-so-leftover food just outright handed to the said canine co-conspirator in exchange for licks of fingers and face. What? I heard that. You try and catch it every single time. But some things draw immediate attention.

What do you do when a 2-year-old asks you for a hammer? A sentence like, “Bumpaw, I need a hammer, please,” commands attention. “What do you want a hammer for?” “I want a hammer, PLEASE.” “Show Bumpaw what you need it for.” He was more than a little put out that I was so lacking in understanding but led me over to a toy that the six-year-old had left out. His aunt knew right away what it was he needed and had already gone searching for a suitable tool as I was dragged over to see this:

And while a couple of the pegs could be pushed down with a finger, it was immediately clear that a hammer was needed. His aunt found him a rubber mallet from the dollar store (although it’s the dollar and a quarter store, now) which served the purpose nicely.

With everything else going on it doesn’t take long to get used to the continuous, “Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, flip.” When the sound stops it’s time to worry.

We are keeping the two youngest ones so mom and dad can have a night out and I have to work in the morning. As always, I really do appreciate you all very much, and if you dream may your dreams be pleasant.