Day One Hundred Sixty Nine 2013

Grandson Knox sitting in a ‘big boy’ chair today at lunch.

More fun than pint sized human beings should be allowed to have during lunch.

The Bomb Pop addiction has begun. Begging for Bomb Pops is a habit now. He didn’t even want this one.

Are you taking another picture of me, Gee? [that’s a hard G~~he can’t pronounce Granny yet] He and his mom and dad headed back home this afternoon. House is quiet. The only sound is the Elmo tunes playing inside my head.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Nine 2012

Fall break is over, and it’s back to school for the kids here. Grandson Elijah and his sister Shelby hang out with me after school each day. Elijah enjoyed his usual Bomb Pop while we sat on the front porch swing, waiting for his mom to bring Shelby to the house. He said he and his mom, dad, sister and cousin went to a haunted hayride Saturday night. And it was so scary that he cried. I asked him if it made him have bad dreams. He said, “No. I dreamed about a puppy sliding down a rainbow.” Sounds like a good dream.