Baby I With Hat. Garsh.
The Great Plotnik has it bad this morning, thanks to Grandma Joy's wonderful photos that she sent last night. Man, Plot and Duck really miss this little girl -- every time new photos are sent, Baby I has seemed to jump up several more notches. Garsh.
She walks.
She smiles.
She swings.
And then she sleeps again.
Her birthday party can't come too soon, but it's still 13 days away.
posted by DAK @ 9:01 AM
1 Comments:
You totally would not have survived granddadhood if you had to do it 20 years ago. I was thinking as I looked at these delightful pictures (love the (semi)sweet shirt) about how hard it was on my wife's parents - living in Maryland with us in California - to go for months without pictures or videos or anything but a few phone calls.
Digital cameras, the internet - all of this makes it easier to endure long-distance grandadhood. (Or maybe harder since you have a better idea what you are missing.)
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