They Do Have One Thing In Common

That eight-year gap thing sometimes works for Alexis and it sometimes works against her. Obviously she's okay with it regardless since she doesn't know any other way, but occasionally I almost feel bad when she's stuck hanging out her toddler sister.

Like while riding rides at the little towny festival thing.

Alexis was 100% okay with cramming herself into that tiny ride so Mila could go for a spin, which was good because Mila really wanted to go for a spin. I felt bad, though, because crammed. So crammed. Alexis also patiently sat through a camel ride, a pony ride, and three baby amusement park rides because Mila.

She's a good sister is what I'm saying.

But even a good sister sometimes needs a break, so I was cool with things when Alexis ran into a bunch of her friends and wanted to go on some rides with them. Her little posse is filled with awesome, which is hardly surprising. Grandma Alexis has high standards and chooses to spend her hours with people who are also rule followers.

As the rule followers took off, Hurricane Mila set her eyes on the rides again. She does not possess that hesitation thing, so she was back on the baby whip in a flash.

By herself.

All alone.

Meeeeeh baaaaaybeeeee.

And she was SO very happy about it. She became even happier when there wasn't a line so she managed to stay on the ride for six straight runs. Which means I was there for six straight runs. Which means the other kid, the rule follower, had a few minutes where I wasn't hovering around her and her friends.

A normal kid would have taken advantage of that distracted time. We're talking about Grandma Alexis, though. She continued to follow all of the rules just like she would have had I been there. Of course. Not only that, but when I did catch up with her, she filled me in with a play-by-play of every single thing she had done while I was busy with Mila.

There was a lot of detail, you guys.

Meanwhile, Mila was busy telling every human within a three-mile radius every detail about her many rides on the baby whip. So. Much. Squealing. And. Talking.

It's never going to be quiet in my house again, is it?

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[Beth]

As an empty nester, your house will, one day, be quiet again. And, you will likely hate it. Not only will you miss the noise that your children used to make, you will miss the absolute confusion that their posse brings. If you are truly blessed, as I am, you will end that quiet with the complete chaos that grandchildren bring! Enjoy the chaos on both ends, and the silence in between.