My granddaughter is making her first visit to our south Salem home. It didn't take Evelyn long to figure out how to begin taking it apart.
This southern California baby saw her first snow today. Thanks, Oregon. Here she is, a bundle of cuteness, up early with her dad on a chilly morning.
I got to push her stroller most of the way around our neighborhood's two mile loop. Of such events are a new grandfather's dreams made of.
Llamas aren't all that common in Evelyn's Hollywood environs. She took them in stride, with my daughter Celeste by her side.
Oregon must have looked larger up on Dad's shoulders, where Evelyn was transported for part of the outing.
Laurel had her walking pretty well, with a little help from some friends: ten adult fingers. Soon she'll be prancing around on her own and we're going to have to do a lot more home childproofing.
What I'm enjoying most about spending time with a one-year old is being reminded of simple pleasures. At one point in my life, I was as transfixed as Evelyn is with a wooden spoon, a metal pot, a colander, and crumpled up pieces of paper.
We had an amazingly fun time with these things today. And they've been sitting in my kitchen all along, while I've been looking for interesting entertainment in so many other directions.
At fifty-nine, Evelyn is teaching me the wisdom of one.
She is gorgeous. What a beautiful family. Nice photos of everyone enjoying themselves.
Posted by: Rain | March 30, 2008 at 10:27 AM