Monday, March 28, 2011

Moink and Ooo


Being a Grandma is absolutely delightful and positively exhausting.

A couple of days ago, I babysat from 4 to 7:30. When I arrived, my son announced that Ms. Riley, age 9 months, hadn't had an afternoon nap (and only a 30 minute one in the car in the morning). Even Riley, the perfect child, is not so perfect at that time.

I decide to take her for a walk in the stroller - she likes it and she usually falls asleep - except when she doesn't because she likes to look around. It was a beautiful day and she enjoyed the neighborhood stroll. To be fair, she finally did sleep, for all of 20 minutes because she woke up within 15 seconds of my stopping and I wasn't up for another 45 minute walk.

So we came inside and played…and played…and played. I fed her dinner which she thoroughly enjoyed, especially the part where she squished the banana slices in her fingers before struggling to make the transfer from sticky fingers to mouth. Often the dexterity eluded her, which meant banana in the hair (hers and mine) I gave her a bath, again lots of fun, even if Grandma was drenched by the end. But it was clear that she was fading fast.

I didn't want to put her to sleep because if she went to bed before a final nursing with her Mom, she'd wake up in an hour, refreshed from her nap just about the time the adults in the house were ready to call it a night. So I just had to hang on for another 30 minutes and the cavalry, e.g. her mom, would be arriving.

At this point, her only comfort was me holding her (all 20 pounds of that cute bundle), swaying back and forth (while ignoring growing lower back pain), and most of all, singing her favorite song. Now this little ditty was written by my daughter-in-law, as an accompaniment to a rather oddly designed stuffed animal that Riley adores. It is affectionately called Pig Cow, which is in fact what it looks like. The song is as follows:

I'm a little pig cow, pig cow, pig cow
I'm a little pig cow, pig cow, pig
Pigs say oink
Cows say moo
I say Moink
And sometimes Ooo.

I was up to about my 2,000th rendition of the song, when it struck me that, with just a little minor variation, it's exactly the same tune as the childhood classic, "I'm a Little Teapot, Short and Stout, Here is my handle, Here is my spout."

I decide to change it up, and launched, with much bravado, into a full-out rendition of this new ditty.

The Queen was not amused.

She looked at me like I had belched, loudly, at Buckingham Palace.

Her face screwed up, her tears were big and plentiful.

I apologized profusely and immediately switched back to the Pig Cow tune (which I'm humming now even in my sleep).

Temporary peace was restored, although it was clear that trust had been breached.

What could I do to restore the sunny disposition of this wondrous child? I still had ten minutes to kill. It was time for the last resort.

Have you ever heard of Mum-Mums? I have raised four children and until a month ago, had never heard of this delicacy, each box of which costs about the same as a new car. They are rice rusks, organic of course, with a touch of sugar, and the equivalent of Godiva chocolate in the baby world.

Interrupting the Pig Cow song long enough to explain to Ms. Riley what I was about to do, I said, "Riley, honey, there may be sugar in these Mum-Mums, but don't worry. Your Mommy and Daddy will buy you braces when you are a teenager. Grandma is going to get you a Mum-Mum right now."

All tears, even hints of tears, stopped. Did I mention that the child's only vocabulary right now consists of Mum-Mum and Hi? Clearly I was on the right track.

Peace reigned. We sat on the steps, child contentedly eating her treat, me continuing to murmur Moinks and Oooos.

Mom arrived. Grandma gave big kisses and headed for home, exhausted but triumphant.

Would all the problems in the world be so easily fixed with a little Moink, Oooo, and Mum-Mum.

Grandma, aka Marian the Northern half of Evelyn David

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9 comments:

  1. What a joy Riley is and I loved how she told you that you're to sing her song the correct way.

    Thanks for sharing your precious time spent with Riley with us.

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  2. Thanks so much Dru. I'm having lots of fun -- and haven't been this tired EVER!

    Marian

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  3. I gotta get me some of these Mum Mums. Sounds like the perfect accompaniment to an end-of-day Chardonnay. You're a wonderful grandma, Marian. Maggie

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  4. Great idea Maggie. A new ad campaign for Mum-Mums. I envision a photo of Mom and Child, each with her Rice Rusk, Mom sipping her chardonnay, Baby sipping her bottle of formula. Multiple platforms for the same product -- think we should alert Mr. Mum-Mum, whereever he is? :-)

    Thanks,
    Marian

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  5. Marian, you sound like my mom after a day spent babysitting Audrey (4) and Evan (2)! I was with the kids for three hours at Evan's birthday party yesterday, and I felt like a human jungle gym. I told Ed, "Why did I bother to work out in the morning? THAT was a workout." I've never heard of Mum-Mums. Must mention those to my mom so Grandma can surprise them with something new!

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  6. Susan, tell your Mom I'm in awe that she can handle TWO. Maybe I have to work up to it?? In any case, they're exhilirating -- and exhausting.

    Enjoy!

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  7. You've left me feeling a bit wistful. My grandkids are 9 - 12 now. Too old for Moinks, Ooos, or even Mum-Mums. Sigh.

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  8. Thanks Linda for the reminder to enjoy this period because it all goes so very fast.

    I'm also looking forward to ages 9-12 which is so very magical as they discover new adventures with you.

    Enjoy!
    Marian

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  9. I've done my share of grandchild sitting, and a few of the great grands--but no longer. Too old. We're expecting another great-grandchild, but I'll just enjoy holding him for a bit.

    The other youngest is 2 and no way could I keep up with a 2 year old. She's adorable, but much too much for me to handle.

    Marilyn

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