Grandparents

Grandparents are wonderful, and there's a lot of appeal to being a grandparent.  Skip that whole parenting thing, go straight to grandkids. 

But, I wouldn't trade my boys for grand babies. 

Yet. 

Mr. Graff's parents came out for a couple weeks, hoping to meet Joseph when he arrived. Ha. Joseph had other plans, so Grandma Frances got to meet him only 12 hours before she hopped on a plane to go home. 

But, they got lots of good Raeford time.

Raeford is my gadget-man. I think in a few years, he'll know more about my computer than I do.

He also loves steering wheels. 

And running around with Grandpa. 

In the mornings when Gary and Frances were in town, Rae would wake up and ask where they were and get super excited when they came over. He'd run up and down the hallway, squealing happy squeals and kicking the soccer ball to Grandpa. 

Mr. Graff, Grandpa, and Rae went out on adventures. I believe this is the Bel Aire mansion in the background. 

Rae also had to go visit the pediatrician because of a long-term runny nose, that progressed to an awful sounding hack that woke him up. He took his first round of antibiotics, got rashes on the backs of his legs, and fortunately, got over that. 

Rae specializes in helping. Or hindering. However you want to look at it. He loves pushing the shopping cart. 

At the cryptology museum with Grandpa. 

Separating silverware with Grandma Ruth. 

Making persimmon cookies with Grandma Ruth. 

Ah! Where did Grandma go!?

Whew, she's back. 

Rae really tries to do things all by himself. Which is great... 

until you add flour. 

But Grandma Ruth was good about keeping the mess contained. 

Good for her. 

Yup, grandparents are wonderful.