There's nothing more beautiful than a loving grandmother holding a grandchild

June 27, 2021 - Sunday evening

75 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I figured I'd write tonight while we're sitting here playing with Cheeks. 

Today's been a good one. The baby is absolutely no trouble and has cried once, maybe twice, the entire time she's been here.

Mostly, she's content to either play or sit on our laps and watch her surroundings. We've played tickle, sang songs, drank formula (well, Cheeks did. I stuck to my usual Gatorade.) Oh, I also burped her to John Phillip Sousa's Stars and Stripes Forever.

I almost forgot. We also played Super Baby. 

Cheeks can leap tall pillows in a single bound... and also drool/spit up onto Pawpaw's face while effortlessly flying through the air.

I've got a bunch of Cheeks pictures and rather than verbalize each, I'll just post them. This weekend was the first time she has stayed with us so it was a special occasion, plus we're grandparents. We're supposed to take a lot of pictures.

In other news, we don't have as many hummingbirds this year as usual, but Sargie did manage to take a few snapshots of two finches that decided to rest on the hummingbird feeder.

Dad used to call them yellow canaries, but in reality, they are finches.

I spent part of the afternoon in the shop working on a piece for July 4th and should easily finish it by the end of this coming week.

Too nice to stay inside, even in the shop, I made my way to the garden and pruned the dead grape vines from the trellis. The few days of -35 to -40 temperatures killed anything that wasn't insulated by our sparse snowfall.

The phone just rang. It was Mel saying they are on their way to pick up Cheeks. No doubt, Hambone and Sadie the dog will be with.

We like that. We like that alot. It's always good to see everyone, even if it will be for a short while.

I made another video this morning. This one is about my mental preparation for next year's hike.

OK, I better get ready for the tornado that's about to blow in.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...