My two-year-old grandson is visiting, and a new activity seems to be slapping triangles on Grandma’s small quilt wall. My sewing/writing grotto turns into The Burrito’s room when he’s here, and this time he experimented with fabrics and how they stick to batting.
Toddlers learn at a stunning rate; I can never anticipate what might be the theme from one visit to the next. He loves reading books, making roads with blocks for Hot Wheels, and improvising.
Letters on the fridge also adhere to the fireplace border. And an X can easily turn into a wrench when necessary.
I won’t get any editing, or sewing for that matter, accomplished while he’s here. But that’s not meant to occur during this moment in time. The agenda is love, learning, and expanding many horizons. Spring is in the air, time for growth even for a grandmother.