Lucy was my 50th birthday present. Today she is 11 years old (you do the rest of the math). She is as pretty as the day I brought her home, sitting on Gus' lap the whole ride. She follows me everywhere and plunks down behind me wherever I go, whatever I'm doing. I trip over her every time. At least one of us never learns. But she is sweet and loving, and she is a loyal friend. Today she will have venison and ice cream, maybe together.
Gus got a new phone and it takes great pictures. This is good for me because I have been getting wonderful pictures of Rosie being Rosie. I have decided that I will no longer apologize for bragging about my granddaughter. I'm giving up the fight and accepting that grandparents get to brag. End point.
That said, Rosie is not even 3. And she can write her own name.
Snow White draws a snowman.
(I love all of the arts and crafts supplies scattered in the background.)
This was taken August 1983 when Gus was 18 months old. I love this picture. As a lifelong reader I am happy to remember that Gus has always loved books too. And now he is passing his love of books on to his very lucky students. I am pretty sure that is a Little Golden Book. I am guessing there is red Juicy Juice in the sippy cup. I have tried zooming and cropping but I still have no idea what is on the step under his right elbow. If you can figure it out, please leave a comment.