Sleeping booty

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This is what greeted me when I returned from a morning away, with Grandma on grandson duty.  From every other angle it’s an elaborate drape of blankets, towels, and sheets.  But through this one peep-hole, you can see the raison d’etre.

That little computer mouse-shaped object at the end of the white cord, sitting on the footstool under the rocking chair? It’s the baby monitor, piping in the Indian flute music the kids often listen to as they go to sleep. (We finally played the Jane Siberry Hush album into a pulp.  Apparently you can do that to a CD.)

“I hope you don’t mind, but he really wanted to take his nap in the fort,” was the essence of what Grandma conveyed. “He promised me he’d go willingly to his bed if he didn’t stay quiet and go to sleep.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I don’t mind,” was the essence of what I conveyed. “He’s lucky to have you around as his Grandma,” was the essence of what I added.

This Grandma has spent her life in the theater, you see, and does things with rubber bands, twist-ties, and duct tape that would make any upstanding engineer convulse with horror. “Long as it lasts the run of the show and you don’t see it from the first row!” is the theater denizen’s rallying cry.  Works like a dream on the grandkids, too.

7 Responses to Sleeping booty

  1. rev2bebt March 11, 2010 at #

    Wait a sec – my mom is your kids’ Grandma? Theater is theater no matter where…

    Or, as my artist-wife says, “Bash to fit, paint to conceal.”

    What great people to inspire our kids’ creativity!

  2. Maggie March 11, 2010 at #

    Love this. Plain & simple.

  3. annz March 11, 2010 at #

    Beautiful light in that photo. And in the story, too.

  4. Lesbian Dad March 11, 2010 at #

    🙂

    Y’all just make me smile. Plain & simple.

  5. BeethovenLives March 11, 2010 at #

    Beautiful. I used to do lights and sound for my friend’s drama class in college. One night just before the show my trousers ripped right across the bum and down the leg. For modesty, the directer handed me a big roll of gaffer tape. Of course, it stuck to some very tender skin, and was very painful to take off…

  6. GreenWeaver March 14, 2010 at #

    I’d sure like to build one of these in my living room.

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