Those gramerlings of mine still want to go to the creek the minute it has stopped being frozen over. The problem is, no matter how much we talk about it still being very, very cold and not a place for feet, something inevitably gets wet. Oh well- the rites of spring, might as well get her done.
It began with a little bobbering.
While creeks are high on the list, note the residual candy scrap on his lip. Giddy-up's first job when coming to visit is to find where there might be some interesting bit of sweetness. This week it was malt ball Easter eggs, yummo!
Next, rock throwing, followed by a slip and wet bottom.
Once the cold settled in, Giddy-up was ready to move onto to warmer activities.
Well, if you are already wet, might as well jump in a few puddles.
And this Sunday past I enjoyed a highly unusual event. The Captain had the family for dinner and it wasn't even a holiday.
Do you remember back in the day when you routinely either had someone to dinner, or went to someone's for dinner? That cultural practice seems to have sadly declined in my world.
|Now that face doesn't look too excited does it?|
|So nice that Bean willingly takes such good care of the little ones, like helping Giddy-up with his shoes.|
|Then playing some baseball.|
A lovely way to spend a sunny Sunday.