Matt's reading a bedtime story to Ben and Em

 October 14, 2018 - Sunday evening
46 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Stratham, New Hampshire

I am doing this tonight, mostly because once tomorrow begins, it's hard telling if/when/how I'd have time to post any writing or pictures. 

This morning began with a breakfast of eggs and pancakes. After, Matt, Bennet, Emerson, and I, took off for Wells, Maine, to watch Abigail, my oldest granddaughter, play softball.

I make no apologies. Abba is, ah, pardon the pun... a heavy hitter. She connected with the ball and got on base three times out of four at bat.

It was good to see my oldest grandson, Coleman. Both Abba and Coleman are growing up too fast.

Luke

Melinda

 It was good to see Luke, Melinda, and the kiddies. I'll be heading up to Maine to spend a day or two with them on Wednesday.

Uncle Luke knows how best to babysit Bennet, just hang him on the fence.

Meanwhile, later in the morning, back at Jessica and Matt's...

My youngest grandson and quite possibly, the happiest, Westley.

Em kept us entertained just like her daddy did thirty years ago.

Jess fixed an unbelievably great supper of Chicken Cordon Bleu, rice pilaf, and steamed broccoli. My diet went right out the window.

It was bedtime and Em asked if Grandpa would read them a story. You bet!

A nightly ritual is that of sitting on the floor in the bedroom as a family while Mama or Daddy reads the final bedtime story. I've never been prouder of Matt and Jess. 

So the day ended. Matt has to work tomorrow morning. Jess takes care of several children, plus Emerson and Bennet will be here. Grandpa? Well, Grandpa will do what grandpa's do best. Simply be a grandpa!

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road by way of Stratham, New Hampshire...