We visited with Grandma & Grandpa Lopshire this evening! We found lots of fun things to do while we waited for Grandpa to get home from his shop and go to dinner.
Grandma is always overjoyed to have the kids around.
The kids (hesitantly) watched Grandma feed the baby goat.
Caeden played with a really cool rocket that actually shoots up in the sky! He would set it up, and run several feet away, say, "Okayyyyyy, BLAST OFF!" and run towards it to stomp on the "poofer" to make it go up--over and over again. It was great fun!
The girls drew girly hearts and "I love you" messages on the sidewalk for Grandma and Grandpa--who don't get to have girls and girly things around very often! And, Grandma opened up the garage so the kids could play with the ride-on toys, scoop ball, paddle-ball, the hobby horse, and lots of Daddy's old toys.
When Grandpa got home from work, all 6 of us went to Timmy's Nook for supper. We told the kids about how it was the place where Daddy had his first job (when it was Pirate's Cove) and how he cleared tables and washed dishes. And we told them how the man who owns it now is the one who put me in a trash can in high school. (That story always mortifies them, although it was much less traumatic than it sounds.)
Grandma is always overjoyed to have the kids around.
The kids (hesitantly) watched Grandma feed the baby goat.
Caeden played with a really cool rocket that actually shoots up in the sky! He would set it up, and run several feet away, say, "Okayyyyyy, BLAST OFF!" and run towards it to stomp on the "poofer" to make it go up--over and over again. It was great fun!
The girls drew girly hearts and "I love you" messages on the sidewalk for Grandma and Grandpa--who don't get to have girls and girly things around very often! And, Grandma opened up the garage so the kids could play with the ride-on toys, scoop ball, paddle-ball, the hobby horse, and lots of Daddy's old toys.
When Grandpa got home from work, all 6 of us went to Timmy's Nook for supper. We told the kids about how it was the place where Daddy had his first job (when it was Pirate's Cove) and how he cleared tables and washed dishes. And we told them how the man who owns it now is the one who put me in a trash can in high school. (That story always mortifies them, although it was much less traumatic than it sounds.)
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