Sometimes Life is just CONFUSING

Today was a confusing name day for Toby. I know that because I can hear him right now, recapping his day out loud for me from his crib as he tries to get it all sorted in his head before he goes to sleep.

All weekend I’d been gearing him up for a visit from Ga-ga and Ba-pah (Grandma and Grandpa Henry). Only THIS Grandma and Grandpa were coming from Chatham and, although he loves them dearly, were NOT the Gaga and Ba-pah he was expecting. He was quite excited to see them nonetheless and was even MORE excited to see that they had brought his 3 year old cousin Mikella (Ka-ka) with them.

The downside to THIS set of Grandparents visiting is that they do not come with a dog. Specifically, my mother’s dog, Fiddie (Wee-wee).

So not only did he have Ga-ga and Ba-pah and Ka-ka and no Wee-wee to contend with, but we complicated things further by taking him for a hike with my friends Gwen and Katie and their dogs Charlie (Cha) and Brodie (Bro-bo). A couple of times on the hike he looked at the dogs and then asked about “Wee Wee?” (Which, previous to this hike, was the only dog in the WORLD to him). And asking about Wee-wee obviously got him thinking because a few minutes later he would inevitably start asking about Ga-ga and Ba-pah and where THEY were this weekend.

SO tonight, in his crib, I hear him trying to sort through these TWO sets of grandparents and THREE dogs.

It went something like this :

“Mama…dada…Gaga? Ba-pah! Ka-ka! Wee wee? Bro-bo…Cha…Ma-ma…WeeWee? Ga-ga? Ba-pah?….Ka-ka! Dada…Gaga?...Mama…Wee wee?”

The nice thing was that it always came back to Mama and Dada. We’re obviously the pillars of strength and consistency in his fast paced–ever-changing-world. If only for the fact that there is only ONE of each of us and we don’t own a dog.