His brother tried to pull a fast one today..he didn't want to read. He thought a refusal would get him back to the TV in short order.. not so.. Grandma said " We can just sit here all day long without the TV on, that would be just fine with me." I picked the books today..ones that were a little harder. The problem words today were scissors and probably. Moustache would have been a problem word too..but his Grandpa was sitting across the table pointing wildly at his upper lip.. some days my daughter must feel so outnumbered in the company of so many men all the time.
Here are a few photos from Up North!
Jen rollerblading, and when I told her to do something fancy on her skates..she did.
Adam, the soon to be eight year old..our baby is going to be eight..I wonder if he will always be the baby even when he is taller than me. He was born on Labor Day eight years ago, I was there when he was born..so little and so perfect. I was fortunate enough to be there to hear his first cries..those are wonderful sounds to a Grandma. He was born just eight days before 9/11 back in a time when America seemed so secure and safe. He was so tiny then..easily held and cuddled close ..he is growing up..this baby who will be eight who I have to grab to hug and kiss:)