For the Mamas

Hey Gramma and Grampa, remember when I used to call you both Mama? That was almost as long ago as my last post!

Since you are missing me so much, Mommy thought she would remind you that the last time I saw you was not that long ago...

Here I am learning to cut with scissors for the first time. Grampas are good for stuff like that... Teaching you things your mommy would rather you didn't know. She's expecting me to give Sammy a haircut any day now. (Check out my fingers here.)Cutting stuff requires lots of skill and intense concentration. I've got the concentration part down. Down and out.
After I did some cutting we moved on to even wilder and rougher games. That Polly Pocket toy was good times. I wonder if I will get any Polly Pocket for Christmas?
Even though Mommy had already got me a Kit bar, Grampa's soft heart made him putty in my hands and he took me to pick out some more candy from the machines down the hall. I love that guy. He's the best Grampa ever!
I would have stayed all night, but Grampa got tired after all that playing so I came with him to his bed to say good night. His bed is cool, he can make it into a ramp for our cars. We had a good time playing there before I had to give him a hug goodbye.
After we left for the rest of that evening I kept saying "I love that Grampa beary much," and Mommy would say, "I know buddy, I love him too."