Into every life a little sunshine breaks through now and then. At 6:49 pm CST we were almost blinded by an explosion of light.
That was my youngest with her new son Ethan. The term "grandson" takes on a whole new meaning somedays. He's not the first, necessarily the best, or the most wonderful, just the newest. Here he is with someone I feel confident in saying he'll get to know quite well.
My daughter married a fella that's like her father in some ways. One of them is getting involved when something's dear to his heart.
I'll confess to a little bit of prejudice on this one occasion. Ain't he about the cutest thing you ever seen in all your born days? He came with a full head of hair just like his mama. And yes, I'll have the old trucks and tractors dug out so we can play in the sand box this weekend.
6/15/04 -- Thanks to all. with a special thanks to those friends on TractorsByNet who have posted their thoughts. The three of them are doing well and due home tomorrow. I will confess to a little envy when I see how fathers are treated these days. There's a part of me that regrets not being a little more involved. But that was then, this is now. Ya'll count your blessings. Again, thanks, and my daughter is my number one hero. It's a long story. But if I was half the man she is a woman I'd be down right wealthy and have every belt they give in the WWF.
Grandpas can be bad. My newest grandson was born Monday. Thursday evening son in law called. As he was talking to my wife I leaned over and told him that I'd missed the boy working with me since I was using the backhoe on the skid steer. Wife exploded that I had about fifteen years before that boy got to operate equipment. She got it from son in law and me, "four!" at the same exact time. She's convinced the poor kid won't make it long with guys like us around. Today before our two inches of rain in forty five minutes killed the day we were talking on the phone. I mentioned that the kid ought to be almost ready to start riding in the tractor. Son in law said we might have to wait a month or so until he can at least hold his head up by himself. Nine grandkids and great grandkids. And we finally have one close enough to ruin. Life is truly good. Look what I found back in the corner of grandma's storage building.
These are from when my son was two to three or so. He's now thirty one. A little soap and water...........
New Photos and they say it all -- Healthy baby and happy parents
It should go
And when it gets old it will make tractor noises! Brrrrrrrrrrrr rump rump brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rump
Here's my grandson doing his seven weeks old imitation of Jeremy McGrath. Check out the right hand's grip and the RRRRRRRRRR lipper action.
And here's a photo to keep it on the subject of tractors. "Can you spell Caterpillar?"