One week until we head to the beach. In preparation I ordered some clothes from the Old Navy sale and they arrived this morning. Actually, I checked the delivery status to see when to expect my parcel and it told me that it had already been delivered. Concerned, I ran out to the front porch and lo and behold, one parcel addressed to me. Quincy, you are quite useless sometimes.
Anyway, Sam got hold of my parcel and started pulling all the clothes out. Amongst the maternity swim cover ups and shorts he found a little lime green rashguard in his size and excitedly grabbed it. Before I could stop him he yanked off the tag and was trying to put it on. Good job it fit him! He then bounced up and down gabbering “Nam’s wimmin shirt! wimming!”
I explained to him that we weren’t going swimming today as we were going to go play with Linnea that afternoon. I told him that I’d bought him that shirt to wear on the beach in Florida next week. He then looked really excited and cheered “Dandad! Beach!”
I had to tell him that there would be no Dandad on the beach and that it was just Daddy, Mummy and Sam going. He replied “No Dandad!” and burst into tears!
He must have been remembering his time in England on the beaches of Devon and Cornwall with Dandad. He is really amazing me lately with just how much he does recall and makes sense of. The other day he marched to the front door wearing his pirate wellies and demanded that we go to the beach to see Dandad.
It really breaks my heart that we can’t just go to see my folks.
Dandad came on webcam shortly afterwards and that cheered Sam up a bit as he made scary faces at the Dandad on the computer screen. Sadly we didn’t have our camera hooked up so Nanna and Dandad didn’t get to see Sam’s gurning.
Bizarrely while Dandad is associated with the beach in little Sam’s head, it seems that Nanna Downes is apples. It took us a while to work out what he was saying on the phone to my Mum the other day (when he picked up the phone and insisted I call them) but eventually we realised he was nattering on about apples. Why? we wondered. Then we remembered that Nanna had been instrumental in introducing Sam to apple slices in the Ashridge kitchen and teaching him how to say the word. I’ve now also made the connection that when I give Sam an apple and he seems to be earnestly asking for bananas, “‘Nannas,” while happily nodding and eating his apple, that really it is Nanna Downes he is thinking about.
His other grandparents aren’t forgotten either. After visiting them at the weekend he has been wanting to see them again too. Yesterday when I went to wake him up he cheerily sat up in bed, quickly looked around and asked me where Nanna and Granpa were. “Nanna, Granpa play?”
Another time a little later that day he started to get upset and cry out for his digger. I went and found his Big Digger only to have him push it away with a “NO!” I uncovered Little Digger and offered that to Sam. Again, that got a “NO!” Exhausting all possibilities of diggers in our house, including his favourite digger books, Sam then got really sad and teary. “NO! Nanna and Granpa Digger!” he pouted. Ahhh!
He was wanting the little yellow digger he had been playing with all weekend at Nanna and Granpa Allen’s house. The talisman that had protected him from the fireworks, and which will be waiting for him in Milledgeville on his next visit.