Day Two Hundred Twenty Five 2012

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam Keen

Day Two Hundred Twenty Four 2012

“What’s for lunch, Grandpa?” Neil and I are visiting grandson Knox and his mommy Kelly and daddy Kerry today as we often do on Saturdays. And usually each Saturday we enjoy a fantastic lunch at The Chop House. Knox loves to chew on the menus, and now that he’s got nearly six teeth, maybe someday soon he’ll be able to enjoy one of those delicious Chop House lunches along with the rest of us.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Three 2012

Needless to say, I was a little surprised when I went to pick  up grandson Elijah after school, and he came out the door wearing this. Today was pajama day in his first grade class. Talk about your casual Fridays. Angry Bird PJ's and a skull and crossbones robe  is about as casual as it gets. He said it was lots of fun. That’s what Friday is all about. Happy TGIF, everyone!

Day Two Hundred Twenty Two 2012

Back porch swing fall down, go boom this morning with hubby Neil, daughter Kelly and grandson Knox sitting on it. Neil was on the side that fell. I was walking toward them across the porch and saw it suddenly fall and the three of them go tumbling down and backwards and right off the end of the porch into the weeds and mud and rocks. My biggest concern was for eight month old Knox who landed face first with his little head right beside that rock beside the downspout. Neil and Kelly were both scrambling to get back up, and she snatched him up before I could get to him. The whole thing scared him and all of us half to death. Knox was wailing but basically unhurt, thank God. I expected to see a cracked skull and lots of blood. The three of them are OK, although I know Neil and Kelly were sore after all the hubbub, and I think Kelly’s going to have a sore bottom in the morning. And I’m pretty sure Knox has long since forgotten the whole thing. I hope so anyway, because he loves our porch swings.

Day Two Hundred Twenty One 2012

Grandson Knox and his mommy and daddy are visiting. They brought a basket load of toys for him, but in true kid fashion, he gets a bigger kick out of playing with this bag of baby wipes. It makes these way cool crackling noises when he holds it. More fun than pint-sized humans should be allowed to have.