In Which I Learn Why Being a Grandparent Is So Much Fun

It was a good Thanksgiving.

Cutie got her first taste of cranberries, and she believes she'll wait awhile to do that again, thank you very much. However, the sweet potato casserole went over like gangbusters. She ate it and ate it and ate it some more. Let me just say this about that, without going into graphic detail....

I'm oh, so very glad that her parents will be the ones changing THOSE diapers.

Ahem.
Because y'all? That's where being a GRANDPARENT becomes oh, so very sweet. Oh yes, it does. And here's another place where that happens...


As you can see, Grandpa makes a great pillow for a little girl. And Nana got her turn, too, before Cutie woke up. As I told my daughter-in-law, this is the thing parents of teenagers miss the most about their children being little.

The very most.

And then, there was the annual Cutting Down of The Christmas Tree today. Every year we go to the same tree farm in a little town about 30 minutes north of here. We stumbled into this farm one year when we were dating, and have been loyal customers ever since. We took the older kids there when they were teenagers, and have taken the younger kids there from their first Christmas on. Now we're passing on that tradition to the next generation.

Little Man enjoyed the trip immensely, from the haywagon ride up the hill to the field where the trees were...


...to helping Dad cut down the tree.

And then, of course, he had to help Mom and Dad drag the tree back to the haywagon...

And afterwards, a little playtime was in order.

Because, after all, when you're 19 months old you have to take a break from the old folks every now and then. And where's the cowbell when you need it?

All in all, from a grandparent point of view, it was a very good holiday. Very good indeed.

Psalm 128:6
and may you live to see your children's children. Peace be upon Israel.