Ashley and Grandma read Cora a book.
Uncle Kyle burps Logan. Watching that kid get burped is almost like watching a sporting event--we sit on the edge of our seats with anticipation, and when she scores a goal, you can't help but cheer. And then she smiles.
Grandpa grilling the steaks.
Smiling babies stacked up like firewood at the grandparents' house.
Hope everyone enjoyed their Mother's Day!
2 comments:
I enjoyed it over the top. It was a wonderful day. Lot's of growing children from newborn to thrity-eight to be awed by.
I think as the song went, "I am my own Grand Pa." At first I did not recognize myself. After looking in the blog for a few days I realize how much it looks like my grand dad. Then I remember being told as a very small child that I walked like him.
He was run over by a taxi before I could remember and kicked by a cow when I was maybe three. So he walked with a very pronounced limp. Apparently, as a little boy I would mimic his walk as I followed him around on the farm.
Thanks for the good memories.
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