Owen

Having grandchildren is  wonderful. You can spoil them, then hand them back to mom and dad to deal with. You can have them over for tea, sleep over, ice-cream, cake, and making cookies. Grandchildren let you break all the rules and you have the best excuse yet. Love. I'm just loving him to pieces.


So Owen (our first grandchild, 8 weeks old) and I spent some time together today. He has grown so much since I last saw him and he just loved it when I walked with him and cuddled him close. We discussed ATVs, chainsaws, crowbars, ice-fishing and photography. We didn't discuss girls, he's too young.


Anyway, here are a few bragging pictures. We love him, intend to spoil him and looking forward to our next visit.

Grandma and mother discuss babies while I held Owen.

Owen, enjoying Mary's little finger. He sure likes to suck.

Time to strap him in and go for a walk. This is just a long piece of fabric Sherri uses as a sling to carry Owen. Wasn't that long ago we did the same with Sherri. Would you like to see that picture?


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