Little kids are just so adorable when they are learning to talk.  RB is actually quite articulate, like his mother-when she was at her two year check-up, the doctor asked if she could put three words together and she said, "Mommy, I want to get down now!"  RB's sentences are getting longer every week.  Here are some of the things he has said this summer:

When it was time to go home and he didn't want to, I walked over by the slide that he was playing on, and he pushed me with both little hands and said, "No, Mammie, talk Mumma".

He loves animals, but especially the cats and Mangus.  Today when he woke up from his nap, thanks to Mangus, he said, "No, doggie, that's RB's blanket".  Then later when he was tired again, he chased the dog around the house, saying, "doggie kiss" and "doggie hug".  If the dog sat for even a moment, RB lay down on the floor with his head on the dog's belly.

No is not his favorite word.  His favorite words are truck, car, bike, jeep, and choo-choo.  Usually the first thing he says when waking from his nap is, "Mammie's car, or Boppy's bike, or Boppa's truck".  And, of course, he loves to say, "RB go ride in Mammie's car?"

He has a halt before saying Mammie when talking about my mother.  It is definitely different from when he says my name, but you would have to be around him a while to recognize the difference.  Today we were in the grocery store; Mom was using one cart and RB and I were using another.  Mom said she could hear him all through the store.  He kept asking me where his great grammie was.  When we went by the end of an aisle, he got all excited to see her.

Possession is a new thing for him, as is talking in the third person-he used to look at a photo of himself and say, "That's you!"  Now he says, "That's RB!"  He also has a better understanding of relationships.  If I make the mistake of asking, "Are you Grammie's boy?"  he answers by saying, "No, Mommy's boy".  If I tell him that Mommy is my baby, he corrects me by saying he is Mommy's baby.

 
 

G's parents celebrated 50 years together this past weekend

That was then....


...and this is now


 
 

Halcyon is a Greek word meaning golden.  These days will never come again; the leaves will die, the snow will come, the snow will melt, the sun will return, but each moment is special and unique.

Mom turned 80 this summer-here she is swinging on the zip line at her party


At my niece's ball game-Mom and another niece


My sister with one of our great nephews


My sister coaching her daughter's ball game


My niece, the ball player


The old veteran ball players-G in the background, my brother in the foreground


The slide was a big hit with RB!


My girls


Our first son


My nephew's beautiful family


 
 

RB trying to get cool


A Dog Day Afternoon


RB sitting with Mommy on a Day Out With Thomas & Friends.  RB loves all things "train"


There's a time each year, that we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the treeses, and sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time