Desperate times call for desperate measures, and when it comes to getting a grandbaby to sleep, I'm game for almost anything.
Three of the four grandkids spent the night. The nearly 1-year-old hadn't taken his afternoon nap yet, and that did scare me a little. Both the 6-year-old girl and 4-year-old boy had soccer games that morning, so they looked like they may need a nap too, although I fixed them up with a few candy bars and a soda and soon enough they were ready to go. The baby boy refused to lay down, worried he was going to miss out on something, as he intently watched the older kids' every move.
An hour went by and when the baby's mom texted to make sure he was napping, and I said no, and she responded, "you're going to have a monster on your hands if he doesn't nap soon," I started getting worried. I suggested we go for a ride on the golf cart and after realizing the baby's eyes were getting really droopy, I asked the girl if she wanted to try and drive the golf cart. I mean, it's time if her legs can reach the gas pedal, right?
Soon enough, the girl is driving, the boy is sitting between us talking about frogs and slime, while the baby listens intently, as if being hypnotized, while straddling my lap.
Every once in a while, the baby couldn't help but lay his head on my chest, just to immediately pop back up again, as he fought being lulled to sleep. It only took three trips around the acreage, two stories about frogs and one about dog poop from the boy, and two near miss collisions with trees from the young driver and we had a sleeping baby.
We dropped the baby off with Papa, who put him to bed. We made our way to the garden to pick vegetables as the boy, who recently just gave up naps himself, declared himself to be an expert on babies needing their sleep.
"They have to nap," he said while squishing a tomato through his fingers, "their brains get tired." The girl, who now considered herself to be an expert golf cart driver, was ready to go for another spin.
By nightfall, they were all ready for bed, after a full day of playing.
Apparently the old wives tale that sugar will keep kids up all night doesn't quite pan out. It appears the multiple fudge bars for the older kids and sweet tea for the baby didn't kick in until morning. By the time the parents picked them up, they looked like they could give their parents a nice full day of being cranky.
Papa and I gave each other a high five - what goes around, comes around.
Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org