another fine day

We headed for my parents in the afternoon. t.c. leaped in the air when I told him where we were going, rushed around to find his socks. Should he wear his boots or his shoes? Shoes or boots? What should he DOOO?

And then there was the bitching about where everybody was sitting in the car. Okay, a real nice grandma hollered, "Just GET in the CAR!" He frowned at me disgustedly and took his seat.

Oh yeah.

They played their little hearts out at my parents, ate ice cream, and hated to leave.

This guy fell asleep in the car and was carried inside where he had a lovely long snooze on the big red couch, so this is why he's still upstairs playing Barbies at 10:30 at night, but that's okay.


We tried putting him to bed, but when t.c. was sound asleep and he was in the little crib yelling, "Gram-paw! Gram-maw!" we took him back out again. He holds his tiny little arms up to be carried around, whispers to me what he wants. I understood that little, "Bah-bees." Oh sure, go ahead.

Julia and Kari were very concerned when he arrived upstairs, thought he'd somehow jumped the crib without our knowing. That was pretty funny.

We'll try sleep again in a little while.

I talked to b.g.'s other grandma today. That's where he's staying, and it sounds like they're having a good time. He's sleeping in their bed, swilling bottles, ruling the roost. He was at his other great-grandparents' today too, being charming.


Imagine that, huh?

Happy Sunday. love, Val