He spun a web across our back door last night. Then he took it all away this morning and decided to hang out on the door frame. He's totally unpredictable. Creeps me out.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Day Two Hundred Fifty Nine 2010
Charlie Pup Is A Hit
Elijah and Shelby's puppy, Charlie Brown, came to Elijah's T Ball game this afternoon and became the center of attention for Elijah's team. Needless to say, Charlie was a hit, which is always a good thing at a T Ball game.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Day Two Hundred Fifty Eight 2010
A Blast From The Past ~ 2005
Granddaughter Shelby playing with her Play Doh at Granny's house September 9, 2005. She was 4 years old. What a great kid! Love you, Shelby!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Day Two Hundred Fifty Seven 2010
Shelby's First Fast Pitch Softball Game
She got to do some fielding by first base.
Shelby at bat.
Ready to run.
Rooting for her team.
Shelby's team won the game 10-2. She played well and said she had a good time. They play through October, so there are lots of games ahead. You did good, Shelby! I'm looking forward to Game 2!
Granddaughter Shelby played her first fast pitch softball game this afternoon. The last time she played ball was when she was 5 years old and played T Ball.
She got to do some fielding by first base.
Shelby at bat.
Ready to run.
Rooting for her team.
Shelby's team won the game 10-2. She played well and said she had a good time. They play through October, so there are lots of games ahead. You did good, Shelby! I'm looking forward to Game 2!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Day Two Hundred Fifty Six 2010
It's Magic
I suppose any kid who has eaten a kid's meal at ChickFil-a knows that if you take the little book included in the kid's meal back to the cash register, they will exchange it for ice cream. Grandson Elijah has done this many times. Today, as he was eating his dish of ice cream with chocolate syrup, he suddenly asked, "How are books turned into ice cream?" I about choked on my Coke Zero as I realized what he was implying. I mean, you hand a book to the cashier, she takes it away, and she returns with ice cream for you to eat. Elijah was simply making an innocent connection that I had never even thought about. You turn in a book and it's turned into ice cream. Later this afternoon, as I was telling his mom about it, he asked the question again--like yeah, how are books turned into ice cream? I said, It's magic. He liked that answer. Ah, the innocent age. So sweet but so brief. Love you, Elijah Man. You made my day.
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