Back From and To Ohio

This summer has been a whirlwind for Isaac (and his family).  After a great birthday at Great Wolf Lodge, with his grandparents in tow, Isaac parted from the humid hills of my home state Ohio.  You read that right—“Isaac.”  Not “us” or “Isaac and Dad.”  Just “Isaac.”  It was a tough two weeks for the rest of us, though Bianca and I had a great time giving the Beeth a bit of extra attention.

Isaac of course had a great time with Nanna and P-Pa.  He was taken to all of their favorite spots, introduced to tons of people, took in an Air Show with P-Pa (which is like taking in a World Series game with Hank Aaron),  made Buckeyes with Nanna and GG, and raced through the backcountry roads as copilot in the Corvette.  The night time rountine was a bit different (ending close to ten...P-Pa...) and he and his grandfather watched almost three full seasons of Alf (yes, Alf).  In all, he had a magical time in Ohio.

When I went to get him he was very happy to see me, but probably only about 10% as happy as I was to see him.  Since coming home he has been more tender with is brother, both of whom contend that they missed each other more than their parents.  But last night as we were getting ready for bath, Ethan was getting a bit of attention.  He had been a little booger, but caught himself and was making amends.  In Isaac’s eyes, he was getting rewarded for being bad.  In a bit of a huff, Isaac turned to me and said: “I want to go back to Ohio.”

So grandparents, Mission: Accomplished.  Also, are you ready for Camp Sculimbrene in two or three years when all three grandbabies are there?
Tony Sculimbrene