Sweet puppies

Hanging out in the craft room the other day working on Christmas projects and turned to find this. Isn't it sweet? What good friends. . .they would have to be good friends to sleep butt to butt, right?

Out and about

Cat and Mike took Cason to a carnival last weekend. This is how he rides in his stroller - he does not want to miss a thing. I think he is practicing driving already.

Little Punkin

We took Cason to the pumpkin patch at Calloway's Nursery. He really thought the hay looked tasty. We strongly discouraged that as a snack option. And for some reason, the whole pumpkin thing was very funny to him. He is definitely entertaining.

My New Office

I returned to the working world with Keller Williams - this time out in the country.
This is the front of the Celina Office. Very cozy and home-like. The agents are wonderful.
This is the view to the west. Farmland. The train goes by twice a day. I like trains.
This is the view to the east. A barn, a pasture, and trees. Very country.
And here are the back door neighbors. They thought I had an apple for them. Next time. . .

Bama Beach Vacation Part 1

We had a glorious week in Gulf Shores, Alabama. The house was fabulous and the beach was ours. No one else was there. Here are a few pictures - next post will be a slide show if I can make it happen. Chris tried to teach me some camera stuff so I played with f stops. That was lesson #1.

The boardwalk was directly across the street from our house. It was like a movie set!

Aunt Cay is the baby-whisperer. She works magic with Little C.

So Not the Typical Grandmother Part 2

Mother of grandson has decided to make her own baby food. I did this once. Back in the early 80's. It was spinach. I managed to blow it out of the blender onto me, the ceiling, and the walls. Hello Gerber. Dear Daughter (DD) is more organized, so I will help her. Yesterday I did peaches and apples. After washing the apples, I cut them in half and steamed them in a large pot. When they were soft, I scooped out the seeds, scraping really close to the skin 'cause the color is pretty. Meanwhile, I had cut up some peaches and cooked them in a little tiny bit of water. From that point the method is the same: Into the blender, then into a strainer, then into the ice cube trays to be frozen. Meanwhile, the apples drained off a little fresh apple juice, which I gave to Cason in his first sippy cup! Fun day!

So Not the Typical Grandmother Part 1

One day I was telling friend Eileen that I loved to blog. (Not that it is obvious since the last post was when Cason was born.) Eileen responded that I was so not the typical grandmother. I think this is a good thing - what is a not so typical grandmother? For that matter, what is typical? I never knew my grandparents. All of my clues came from aunts and uncles who had grandchildren, and from my own mother when my children were growing up.

Friend Kathy has the perfect not so typical mother/grandmother to her children. My own children are in awe of Cutie. Why? First the name. No Nanna or Grammy here. Cutie! How awesome. Second, Cutie went out 4-wheeling with her grandkids. My own children held that event in such awe that I made a mental note: 4-wheel with the grandchildren when they arrive.

So now I am on a quest to find out what it means to be not so typical - 'cause that is what I want to be! Any ideas out there in blogger land?

The pictures were taken in Cason's nursery in the rocker that belonged to my grandmother. I suppose she rocked her children in it. My mother used it to rock us, and I used it to rock my babies. How fitting that it is being passed down the generations!