My dad is here.
He took his stuff up to his room and promptly pulled out a TMX Elmo. Collin and Zachy think it's pretty cool.
Then he came downstairs, stripped off his shirt and declared to the boys that it was time to pretend we're in the tropics.
In case you don't know, we're in the middle of tropical depression Erin. The boys were beyond thrilled to run outside in the rain.
Next time I looked, they were all on the trampoline, with Papa shooting them high in the air. I thought for sure they'd soar right over the net.
Then they decided they just had to swim in the rain. And much to their delight, papa hopped right in with them.
He's just like a big kid. And the real kids couldn't be happier.
2 comments:
Isn't it funny that they make such great grandparents? I'm glad you have company, I just wish I could come visit! I loved the pictures! I guess I need to update my blog too... :)
~Shell
The thing about it is that I had a ball. But I realized how out of shape I was. playing with those increadibly fit grandchildren wore me out.
My fire ant bites have now become pustules.
Give lots of sympathy to any kids that get stung by those nastly little beasts. it HURTS!
Thanks for doing such a wonderful job raising my grandchildren!
Until next time.
Papa
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