Blades of grass are very intense subjects of study for Tim. He switches back and forth from super x-ray vision staring (sometimes we're suprised the blade doesn't spontaneously combust) to deep thought (most easily recognized by his Great-Grandpa Hall expression).
We finished off the day with a trip to Baerenberg, the guest house and restaraunt at the end of town. Timmy and Momma shared brats, kraut, and brot. Timmy also had a glass of milk, from which he drank (almost) by himself. The nice waitress (she alsways seems to find our table when we're there) stole Tim away inside the restaraunt and they came back with a hand ful of "bon bons." Timmy, can you say, "spoiled rotten"?
He actually did very well this morning - waking up really early, driving all the way to Frankfurt, waiting in one spot for 45 minutes straight, continuing down to Heidelberg, and sitting in a waiting room for another hour. About noontime, he started to go from silly tired to grumpy tired, and that was our cue to come home. For most of the day we subsisted off of various cereals, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and prune juice.
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We miss you guys terribly!!! We can't wait until September to see you all again! We visited Grandma and Grandpa Rag's today and the girls ran in looking for Timmy...
Have you ever given Tim a straw? Same results as grass.
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