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| Together Again! |
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| Craft Time with Abuela at her New Table |
Work yesterday had been a little challenging
given the holiday shenanigans of Wednesday since I desecrated my usual edict
against beer consumption on the day before a work day. The impending arrival of
the New Jersey contingent only added to the distracting nature of the day. It
didn’t help that the morning started very early with my wife and I moving
furniture from one bedroom to another to accommodate Deckzilla Dude’s progress on
hard wood floor installation. Kudos to my Favorite Panamanian since I escaped
to work while she spent the rest of the day getting the construction zoned house
ready for the visitors.
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| The Artist at Work |
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| Assisted by a Decorated Abuela |
She was rewarded for her efforts with
some grandpa-free time with the FBR after they arrived in the early afternoon.
My wife bought a small folding table for the FBR (and eventually the BRS) which
was soon devoted to finger painting and other assorted crafts – such as abuela
decorating (stickers were involved). For some unknown reason the FBR is a huge
fan of me and she assumed firm control of my activities when I arrived.
She showed me the pool I had set up
for her on the deck and we were soon splashing away in the heat. We invented a
game where a ball was placed on the overhead rails and then fell into the pool
between us splashing both of us. I was responsible for lifting the FBR up so
she could place the ball. Apparently this was a lot of fun because we did it
forty or fifty times. I did note that the FBR is substantially heavier than she
used to be and by the fortieth lift I was looking around for a new game.
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| Aftermath of my Welcome Home Hug |
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| Summoned to the pool |
Luckily a run through the sprinkler
was just what was needed and the FBR was soon prancing around the yard when she
wasn’t surreptitiously grabbing handfuls of pebbles and launching them into the
air. Pre-dinner activities concluded with a reading session where she brought a
book out to my wife and I and demanded I read it “with” not “to” her. She did correct
my pronunciation a couple times along the way.
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| That Fortieth Lift |
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| Success! |
Since the FBR had enjoyed the shady
afternoon on Deckzilla she decided we should all eat dinner out there which was
a capitol idea. Around this same time my Favorite Son checked in from New Hampshire
which allowed the BRS to grunt at the FBR, much to the FBR’s delight. We head
up there tonight to reunite the cousins in preparation of the BRS’ baptism
tomorrow. I was then summarily ordered to the Man Cave where I redeemed the
promise I made on numerous phone calls over the past couple months and the FBR
and I watched Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. Since this was the seventieth time
I’ve seen it on the past year I was dozing a couple times. The FBR, upon noticing
this, solved my fatigue by climbing atop my head after a vigorous jump onto my
sleeping lap. This had a tendency to get my attention.
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| Sprinkler Time |
Having successfully sucked all of the
energy out of all adults present the FBR finally deigned to retire for the night.
This allowed some rare “hang-out” time with both Wingman and my daughter in, of
course, the Man Cave. A movie might have been involved. After my workout this
morning I was preparing breakfast when I started to hear the ABC’s expertly recited
over the baby monitor. My wife shortly thereafter descended with the awakened FBR.
She was soon sitting in my lap and asserting eminent domain over my breakfast. Sublimity, indeed.
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| Reading Time with Grandparents |
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| Filling a Bird Feeder Some of the Seeds Made it Inside the Bird Feeder |
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| Dinner Al Fresco |
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