Family times

These two unlikely cousins are pretty fond of each other.



At least most of the time.

Simeon is such a good sport. He was in charge of managing the little ones while we took the following photo:

The grandmas with the girls....

The grandmas with the boys...I love that Simeon wanted to sit on Grandma's lap and that Grandma was OK with it.

And the grandmas with the big boys and the little boys...(I'm pretty sure Juan is checking his fantasy football status)

It's been so fun to have the grandmas here! We will miss them when they both head home tomorrow. One to Old Mexico and the other to New Mexico.

Thanksgiving

We had the privilege of hosting Thanksgiving dinner. Both grandmas were here, (which means lots of wonderful food!), plus my sister and her family. I'm pretty sure I gained several pounds. ha. Weight Watchers, here I come!




The cooks….

Although it was quite windy here, we decided to have the meal outside on the driveway for several reasons. It would probably be the last outdoor meal for awhile, it's easier to clean up, and best of all, we live in the country so there are no neighbors to complain!

Among the many, many things I have to be grateful for, I am thankful for my dad and my husband who helped me set up the computer and sort the photos so that I can (hopefully) start blogging again! I hope you haven't given up on me!

Kenneth McCullough - My Grandad

My grandad!  He sure taught me a lot of really important things in life, like, how to play! We called him Bampa. Bampa and Kaka, my grandmother, loved to fish for crappie! They took me on occasion when they got older to help them load/unload the boat and do some of the harder tasks. Bampa would have to get into a boat at 75+ years old, and many times there would be a giant step from a rock to the boat. I always got nervous and wanted to help him, but he just said "Get out of the way!" He would some how make the leap and land in the boat safely.

He was a great granddad. He helped me take apart a lawnmower one time that was not working. We tore it down to the piston, then, put it all back together again. And, wouldn't you know it, the thing started right up. I remember NOT putting a single new part on the thing, we just took it apart and put it back together again. He had a name for that lawn mower that resembled what someone might call a donkey, because it had a rear grass discharge. It was my dad's favorite lawn mower and mine too! I had a great childhood. Bampa - I sure do miss him!