May 14, 2005
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I'm snatching a moment to type this as Don is sitting with Bryson, and
Bethie and Benjamin are engaging in a robust game of hide and seek with
their Uncle Dima. We're watching them while Kirstin and Matt go
to lunch with my parents, and we've already been down to Dairy Queen
(it took him a couple of tries but Bryson finally learned to appreciate
DQ ice cream), played Memory, and various other pasttimes. Of
course, being silly is a cherished, and much indulged, activity:
Nearly every time I took a picture there was an instant outcry of "Can I see? Can I see?"
He won't touch the keyboard unless the kids are over.
As we were walking back from Dairy Queen Benjamin stooped and picked a dandelion and handed it to me.
Whereupon I said, "Thank you, angel!"
Benjamin quickly disabused me of this, though: "I not angel."
After a pause, he said in a voice brooking no disagreement: "I a boy!"
I think he was surprised and bit dismayed that he had to point this out to his Gran.
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Total fun, Anne! I hope I can be as good a grandma as you are, someday!
What a great bunch of photos, but I have to say my favorite is Bryson snugglin' with Grampa.
My nephew Justin had a great aversion to being called by anything but his name. Our favorite story though is when he was about 3 and was with us and I said "Hold on, Sweetie," or something like that. He got annoyed and said, "My. Name. Is. Justin." And I said, "Oh, but if I call you something like sweetie it just means I love you." He said, "You're a helicopter!"
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