My Mom waited a long long long long time to finally be blessed with grand kids. We live 50 minutes straight north of her and I make sure we make the trek each and every Sunday. There’s not much that can keep us from our Sunday Gramma visit. If the weather doesn’t cooperate one particular Sunday, sometimes we have to postpone our visit by a day or so, but some hell or high water, we see Gramma. Lewie knows Sunday we go see Gramma. And he’s becoming more aware of the days of the week, so he reminds me of our Sunday commitment often.
Gramma reads “Frosty the Snowman” . . . . . uh rephrase that. Gramma “tries” to read Frosty the Snowman to Jack and Lewie. Jack doesn’t sit still for more than, oh about 20 seconds. There’s just too much to see and grab and clear off a shelf! Ha.
Jack has recently figured out how he can wiggle his way out of his high chair and stand up in it! Yeah, insert little heart attack for mommie.
Then there’s always kisses . . . . . of course he wouldn’t show his kisses for Gramma until after I put down the camera. Little terd.
Gramma has a collection of Jim Shore santas. Lewie found this one yesterday which has a rotating christmas tree scene inside the santa . . . . and he has a mouthful of chocolate reindeer cookie in his mouth.
Ahhhhhhhh . . . Sundays at Gramma’s.