The grand kids spent the night on Saturday. I swear Dayton's grown a foot and no longer looks like a baby. He does act like a typical 18 month old. He has words, but he mostly wags his finger at me and says "stop it!" He also shakes his head no to every question. I am sure the 'stop it' is a game is to get a laugh. He is funny, but a lot of work. And just so darn cute.
The older two get along great and have a ton of patience with each other. They love super heroes, Jacob loves Batman, and Dakota's favorite is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but Jacob easily convinces him to play Batman.
Yesterday Liz and I took them to a children's museum. It's basically an indoor play area, with water tables, bubbles, two stories of educational interactive fun. We spent 2 and half hours there. Dakota still was mad we head to leave then. He threw a bit of a fit and a dad looked at me with that..."oh God I know how you feel" look.
After raising so many kids and babysitting full time in the past, temper tantrums don't scare this granny.
I love being the favorite Grandma! ;)