Day Three Hundred Fifty Two 2012

Baby, you can drive my car. Beep beep'm beep beep yeah!

Day Three Hundred Forty Nine 2012

Grandson Knox does not like balloons and keeps a safe distance when Grandpa tries to get him to see how much fun they really are.

Still skeptical about the balloon, Knox decides going near it is just not worth the risk. (This fear stems from his birthday a couple of weeks ago when one popped beside him and scared him half to death.) He’s been pretty good about the Christmas tree. He wants to touch, of course, but knows he’s not supposed to, so he’ll steer around it. Most of the time.

Day Three Hundred Thirty Seven 2012

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY, KNOX!

Grandson Knox William Kimbrough celebrated his 1st birthday today at Granny and Grandpa’s house with his family.

PUPPY DOGS was the birthday theme. Arf!



Big birthday party fun with cousins Shelby, Julia, Sarah, and Elijah.

He boogied to some keyboard tunes before the party got started.


He was not happy to wear his party hat.

Singing the birthday song and ready to blow out his number one candle.

Birthday cake tastes pretty good, but I don’t like having it on my fingers.

Presents!

He got cute clothes and jammies…..

and really cool toys to play with. This one tasted good, too, like birthday cake.

This looks like fun.

Some new wheels for the birthday boy.

Dad took him for a stroll.

Now that was fun!

Party Hounds!  Behind the swing: Kelly Kimbrough (Knox’s mommy), Kerry Kimbrough (Knox’s daddy), Great Aunt Jane Foy, Great Uncle Don Foy, Uncle Jerry Myers, Great Aunt Ann Sissom, Great Uncle Terry Sissom, Granny and Grandpa.  On the swing: Cousin Elijah Myers, Cousin Sarah Foy, Knox Kimbrough (Birthday Boy), Cousin Shelby Myers, Cousin Julia Foy, and Aunt Holly Myers.
It’s so hard to believe you’re already one year old! Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy! We Love you so much!!

Day Three Hundred Twenty Nine 2012

Supermassive toy explosion. Grandpa is having too much fun. Knox, not so much. He’s running a fever tonight. Not sure what that’s all about. Hope it goes away soon and doesn’t come back. In the meantime, he’s getting ready to knock down that stack of blocks.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight 2012

The turkey and dressing are but a sweet memory.

Grandson Knox says, “Happy TGIF, everybody!”

Day Three Hundred Twenty Two 2012

KNOX AND CROCKS





Grandson Knox and his mommy Kelly are here to visit for Thanksgiving week. Turned loose at Granny’s house, he loves to roam and is tempted to examine/play with/have anything that is not one of his toys. Such as Granny’s crocks (and Grandpa’s movie theater popcorn bucket). How much fun is that? Tons and tons, from the looks of it.

Day Three Hundred Thirteen 2012

Pretty dull around here this evening. Miss you, sweet boy!

Day Two Hundred Sixty Five 2012

It’s all you need, even at the flea market.

What’s a flea market without a naked lady?

These diving ladies make me wish I had a swimming pool. Or whatever.

Need a bra? Or two? Or ten?

When pigs fly among the mums. Oink.

Lots of vendors selling lots of ornamental gourds and pumpkins and mums today. So tempting. Amazingly, I resisted.

And I thought I had dental problems…..

These huge gears drew lots of attention. Neil was drawn to them because the gear was his engineering fraternity’s symbol. I’m glad he wasn’t interested in buying them. Couldn’t afford them anyway. I think the price tag was five-thousand dollars.

Pails for sale made for a striking display. This vendor always has interesting and sometimes useful stuff.

The vendor of this booth told me he’s the original Mario (as in Brothers). She said she traveled with him strapped into the front seat beside her and got some looks from other drivers (to say the least). I thought he was just plain scary.

Howdy from the Nashville Flea Market. Gratuitous self portrait.

We couldn’t figure out what these strange balls were supposed to be, except that they were quite colorful (and perhaps totally useless).

This vendor had a whole herd of metal animals that stretched as far as the eye could see. I wonder if he made them. Probably mass produced.

I liked these ceramic jack o’ lanterns.

I also liked these gargoyles, thought they’d be cool sitting on either corner of our rooftop, but Neil said no.

Bald diva girl scout. Would you buy a cookie from her? No? I don’t think she’d care.

Peace out

You might want to lock this in the toy chest before you go to bed, little girl.

I love this. Should have bought it.

Where’s the rest of this moose?

No, grandson Knox was not for sale at the flea market, although I did buy this cool T shirt for him there. It’s the only cute thing like this I’ve ever seen that says ‘Granny’ which is what my grand kids call me. All the grandmother stuff usually says grandma or nana or mimi, etc. So I had to get this for him. I told his mommy he has to wear it every day until he grows out of it.

Daughter Kelly treated us to scrumptious cupcakes from Gigi’s this afternoon while we were visiting. These are totally decadent. The ones on the right are dark chocolate and salted caramel. Bottom left is lemon ice box pie and the top left is cinnamon bun. I just saw a report the other day that claims sugar shrinks your brain. I think I’m down to a single brain cell after eating one of those chocolate caramel things.

I think Knox was happy to see us, even if he was forced to wear his I Love My Granny shirt. I enjoyed swinging him into a nice hour long nap on the porch swing. The breeze was so pleasant and cool on this last day of Summer. When we left for home, he waved bye bye. So sweet! Sweeter than a cupcake from Gigi’s.
Hope your TGIF was sweet, too.