As I wait three more minutes before waking Jake up for a second (and final) time to get ready for school, I thought I'd take a minute (actually, three) to post a bit about our weekend.
First, you must know that Jake is without a doubt my kid. Not only does he have the whole, "Don't Hug Me Or Touch Me" thing (hereditary), but he's also terrible with details and descriptions (like me...and my mom...and my grandma, whose blackberry cobbler recipe according to her is something like, "You just put all the ingredients together and cook it."). Case in point: Jake spent Sunday night with his friend Luke. Monday morning when they woke up, Luke asked Jake what his dad looks like. Jake said, "I dunno. He has a goat on his face." Yes, a goat.
Apparently, before bed on Sunday night, Luke asked Jake if he'd like "a hug or a handshake" (they're in the same class at school, with the same teacher who asks them this question in the mornings). Jake (who was sleeping with a stuffed Captain Underpants) said, "Neither. But Captain Underpants will take a hug." So, he's warming up to the idea of hugs I guess.
Before Jake went to Luke's house, my grandma from Georgia came to visit with my parents. Below are some pictures from their stay. My grandma at 81 has enough spunk that I had to tell her twice to settle down. My parents will think I'm making that up when they read this, but it's true. Once, she was throwing a ball with the kids and kept nearly missing my candlesticks and picture frames. "Now, Grandma. You need to settle down with that ball," I warned. Then she grabbed Jake as he ran past and held on so tight that I think I saw tears come to his eyes, despite his giggles. "Now, Grandma. Don't hurt him. Grandma!! Let go of my son right now!" Seriously, I was just about to turn her over my knee. People who've said I'm like her don't know what they're talking about. I don't have her energy or (brute) strength at 32, I can't imagine I'll have it in 50 years. At one point, Jake said, "She's faster than me, and I thought she wouldn't be because she's so old."
Now he'll really be afraid when I tell him I'm going to send him to Georgia for her to raise.
Four generations. You see that look in Grandma's eyes? She's plotting her next move...
Annie, typical Annie, ready to go home with her Great-Grandma. I think she might have inherited her energy level.
Jake and Granddaddy at the crabapple tree.
First, you must know that Jake is without a doubt my kid. Not only does he have the whole, "Don't Hug Me Or Touch Me" thing (hereditary), but he's also terrible with details and descriptions (like me...and my mom...and my grandma, whose blackberry cobbler recipe according to her is something like, "You just put all the ingredients together and cook it."). Case in point: Jake spent Sunday night with his friend Luke. Monday morning when they woke up, Luke asked Jake what his dad looks like. Jake said, "I dunno. He has a goat on his face." Yes, a goat.
Apparently, before bed on Sunday night, Luke asked Jake if he'd like "a hug or a handshake" (they're in the same class at school, with the same teacher who asks them this question in the mornings). Jake (who was sleeping with a stuffed Captain Underpants) said, "Neither. But Captain Underpants will take a hug." So, he's warming up to the idea of hugs I guess.
Before Jake went to Luke's house, my grandma from Georgia came to visit with my parents. Below are some pictures from their stay. My grandma at 81 has enough spunk that I had to tell her twice to settle down. My parents will think I'm making that up when they read this, but it's true. Once, she was throwing a ball with the kids and kept nearly missing my candlesticks and picture frames. "Now, Grandma. You need to settle down with that ball," I warned. Then she grabbed Jake as he ran past and held on so tight that I think I saw tears come to his eyes, despite his giggles. "Now, Grandma. Don't hurt him. Grandma!! Let go of my son right now!" Seriously, I was just about to turn her over my knee. People who've said I'm like her don't know what they're talking about. I don't have her energy or (brute) strength at 32, I can't imagine I'll have it in 50 years. At one point, Jake said, "She's faster than me, and I thought she wouldn't be because she's so old."
Now he'll really be afraid when I tell him I'm going to send him to Georgia for her to raise.
Four generations. You see that look in Grandma's eyes? She's plotting her next move...
Annie, typical Annie, ready to go home with her Great-Grandma. I think she might have inherited her energy level.
Jake and Granddaddy at the crabapple tree.
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Sounds like he had an interesting sleep over! Love the family pic!
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