Today's and Tomorrow's blogs are brought to you courtesy of Grandma Hall:
Tim arrived safe and sound at the Cedar House. He loves the dogs. As soon as we pull up to the house, they come running causing Tim to start his "Doggie!" chorus. He also says, "Jack." This weekend, Jack is Tim's favorite. It changes. Sometimes Tim just says, "Ticket," or Cricket, over and over.
Tim and I (Grandma) took a trip around the field because the weather is so nice. It is still in the 30s and 40s, but the snow is gone and the sun is shining, so it feels warmer.
The llamas found Tim fascinating. Ody and Icarus sniffed him all over several times which made Tim giggle. He called them doggies at first, but said "yama" and "Ody" when he realized that these dogs don't lick. There was no spitting either, Miss Maudie kept her distance.
After the llamas, we followed the dogs around the orchard. Tim loved following the dogs, but pooped out half way around, so he rode on my shoulders back to the house.
Tim's favorite toys this time are the red car and a big box. He loves climbing in and out of the car and pushing it around. The box, well, that is still a bit scary. He will step just inside, but no farther.
We went to the Lake House just before dusk to watch the Canadian geese come in and watch Aunt Sami fish for whatever might be living in Thread Lake. Who knows, the Loch Ness monster may be lurking there, or, at least, a bassacuda.
The Lake House has three sets of stairs that only have 2-3 steps. Perfect. Tim could care less about geese or fishing when there are steps to climb. He has mastered the stairs, he is the Stair Master. 100+ trips up and down can do that.
Back at the Cedar House, Tim had a big helping of ice cream, a "rain" shower, and a warm pair of pajamas. He snuggled in between Grandma and Grandpa for just a few minutes before he was fast asleep.
Poop report: Two times thus far and both BMs were "normal". (Someday, Tim is going to die of embarrassment when he reads the blogs about his bowel movements.)
Tim arrived safe and sound at the Cedar House. He loves the dogs. As soon as we pull up to the house, they come running causing Tim to start his "Doggie!" chorus. He also says, "Jack." This weekend, Jack is Tim's favorite. It changes. Sometimes Tim just says, "Ticket," or Cricket, over and over.
Tim and I (Grandma) took a trip around the field because the weather is so nice. It is still in the 30s and 40s, but the snow is gone and the sun is shining, so it feels warmer.
The llamas found Tim fascinating. Ody and Icarus sniffed him all over several times which made Tim giggle. He called them doggies at first, but said "yama" and "Ody" when he realized that these dogs don't lick. There was no spitting either, Miss Maudie kept her distance.
After the llamas, we followed the dogs around the orchard. Tim loved following the dogs, but pooped out half way around, so he rode on my shoulders back to the house.
Tim's favorite toys this time are the red car and a big box. He loves climbing in and out of the car and pushing it around. The box, well, that is still a bit scary. He will step just inside, but no farther.
We went to the Lake House just before dusk to watch the Canadian geese come in and watch Aunt Sami fish for whatever might be living in Thread Lake. Who knows, the Loch Ness monster may be lurking there, or, at least, a bassacuda.
The Lake House has three sets of stairs that only have 2-3 steps. Perfect. Tim could care less about geese or fishing when there are steps to climb. He has mastered the stairs, he is the Stair Master. 100+ trips up and down can do that.
Back at the Cedar House, Tim had a big helping of ice cream, a "rain" shower, and a warm pair of pajamas. He snuggled in between Grandma and Grandpa for just a few minutes before he was fast asleep.
Poop report: Two times thus far and both BMs were "normal". (Someday, Tim is going to die of embarrassment when he reads the blogs about his bowel movements.)
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