Friday, April 2, 2010

Sometimes a boy just needs his Great Grandma

This blog has no real focus so here is a family story from the first day of spring.

Three hours before my Grandson Denver left with his parents to go back home a state away he began to cry.

"Go away!"

I had wore the little boy completely out. He was so tired he couldn't even look at me without crying. So he watched birds with my mother and knew the names of most of the birds he saw.


Joan Sandford-Cook said...

What a lucky girl to have a great grandma around to watch the birds with. She is adorable - loved the photos of her napping on your shoulder.
Glad the bike came back down to floor level. .. and the piles and piles of wrapped presents say a lot.

Robert A Vollrath said...

I'll try to get a Painting Exchange update put up tomorrow. Thanks for the comment.