Grandpa Dave called Wednesday afternoon and said – tell the kids to watch for Grandpa’s semi in 5 minutes! I’ll be driving by.
So here they sat for 5 minutes! Watching. Waiting. Yelling.
He is here!
The screaming. The yelling. Grandpa!
Then they run for the door.
I got distracted by the sun glowing off the snow. I stuck my head out the backdoor and took this picture.
Of course Mallory had to sing for Grandpa. He listened with tears right on the edge of his eyes!
And then there was Maxwell! We were at Grandpa’s house for lunch on Sunday and Max dropped a toy puppy on his foot. Grandpa did the oh-poor-maxwell routine and snuggled and kissed and oh-poor-maxwell’d. Well guess what Max remembered… he pouted and went to Grandpa and said… puppy! toe! owie! To which Grandpa snuggled and kissed his feet!
Mallory continued to sing while Max got his feet kissed.
And then the three of them ate cereal for supper and watched bugs bunny!
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