
He wanted to draw something really pretty

mmmmmmm .... let me think about what I want to draw

Taaaa daaaa .... my completed project!

This is Griffin's first masterpiece ...

Do you like it??????



















Mike, Grandma Bett & Griffin at Sun 'N Fun Fly-In
Daddy & Griffin "boating" in Grandma's Backyard
Grandma's little pond
Swinging under the big mossy oaks
Playing at the water park
Griffin just LOVED the water spray
Daddy & Griffin on the other side of Lake Toho
Daredevil Griffin
Daddy & Griffin enjoying the water
There's nothing like swinging with your PaPaw & Grandma
Daddy, Mommy & Griffin enjoying getting our feet sandy & wet
It's funny the things that remind us of our youth. As I was driving today when a group of cattails caught my eye. It triggered a memory I did not realize I had. My Mama died when I was 8 (back in 1976) and honestly, I do not remember very much about her. Nor do I have many memories of us being together. But when I saw this group of cattails it reminded me of my Mama and Daddy. My Mama loved cattails and she wanted my Daddy to go down by the railroad tracks to pick her some. She wanted to dry them and display them in this huge wicker vase she had. I can remember being in the car with Mama and Daddy getting out by the railroad tracks to cut some of them for her. Gosh ... it was so nice to be blessed with this memory today.
I was in town today and decided to go through McDonald's drive thru for lunch before heading home. I ordered my meal and a plain hamburger to bring home to Wyatt (our dog). After arriving home I was getting Wyatt's burger out for him and thought ... mmmm ... I wonder if Griffin would like a bit of hamburger. I took off a tiny piece of the bread and gave it to him and he gobbled it right down. I then took a piece of the hamburger and gave it to him and again, he gobbled it down. So ... I cut the burger in half. Wyatt enjoyed his half in one big gulp. I tore the burger into bite sized pieces and placed it on Griffin's tray. He fed himself for the first time. He ate every single teeny tiny little morsel of his hamburger. I was shocked. I think if I would have had more, he would have eaten more. Well, of course he was still hungry, so he had some green beans and apple sauce as well. Do you see the sippy cup there in the picture? Our little guy and I are still going round and round with it. Mike and I have decided ... no more bottle. So, each meal I offer his milk in a sippy cup. He's constantly throwing it on the floor and I just pick it up and place it right back on his tray. He has no problem at all drinking his white grape juice out of his sippy cup ... but when it comes to milk, he wants no part of it. I'm feeling a little unsure of this situation though. Normally he drinks about 20 (or more) ounces of milk each day out of a bottle. But he's really not getting near that much with the sippy cup because he refuses to drink out it. I keep reminding myself that we are the adults and we will win this battle. Wish us luck.

Our dog Wyatt is 11 years old today. He has been the best dog you could ever ask for.