MY GRANDSON

Today he celebrates!

I'm not sure how, but I'm guessing

there will be CAKE involved!

One of my favorite "Andy stories"

involves panCAKES.

When he was almost four,

we went to the park to cook breakfast.

I was standing at the picnic table and had just
poured the batter into the electric fry pan.

Andy crawled up onto the seat

to see what I was doing.

Afraid that he would get burned,

I asked him to get down so he didn't get hurt.

He looked up at me and his eyes filled with tears.

His comment?

"Gramma, I just want to watch them grow into pancakes."

Yes, I caved in and let him watch.

Happy birthday, big guy!

Sending heart-shaped balloons from Texas.

See you in less than a year!!!

Happy birthday to my grandson

I vividly remember the day he was born.

Andrew James.

 

I also vividly remember when Andy turned three.

I bought him a tee-ball gizmo.

Of course, we had to take it out in the yard for him to hit a few balls.

Well, the very first one was definitely a home run!!!!!

Somebody was standing about where a pitcher would stand

and nearly got his head taken off.

 

No, this picture is not blurry - it's poetry in motion.

It's Andy hitting a line drive.

 

He is still playing softball - in one or two leagues.

And he's still good.

 

Happy birthday, Andy!