Jaci Dawn

Sunday was an interrupted day. I might have gotten more gardening done, or more things ready for my son’s visit next week, but my oldest girl called and asked if she could come over and hang out. I rarely turn down grandchild time.

I wasn’t too keen on introducing a wounded Harvey to grandbabies, but it had to some sometime. And why not a time when Murphy was gone so there was no added distraction?

The boys came over and took over my house. Well, Zephan took over the house. He’s quite bossy. We had to do all of his favorite things, including reading all of his favorite books once. He monopolized the toys. He stomped on a sleeping Harvey’s front paws.

Harvey kept on sleeping. Good Harvey.

We went outside where it was muggy and hot and Zephan insisted on playing croquet, getting out his shovel and rake, and stomping up and down the handicap ramp with the “popcorn” machine. My daughter, Javan, the dog & I wisely sat in the shade and watched Zephan labor. I don’t think that boy has an “off” switch.

He wanted me to get the big red wagon out. I gave him one ride in it, but truthfully, it hurts my back to pull that thing around in our lumpy backyard. Eventually, Zephan decided he should pull the wagon around.

See? I can do it.

It looks easier when Baba does it.

Wait – I remember: Baba turns his back on the wagon and pulls it like this.

Yep – it goes pretty wall this way!

Don’t worry: Gamba (that’s me) had a good hold on the lead just in case Harvey tried to dance around the little boy. But Harvey was a good boy. He sure wanted to play with that little boy, though.

I’m glad he passed the grandbaby test because the third grandson will be here in a few days. (I’m excited about that – you can expect my blog to be plastered with Justin photos.)

Sunday wasn’t all about Zephan (the Bossy One) and Harvey (“Baby Puppy” for some unknown reason): it was also about unabashed cuteness.

Javan employs a two-fisted eating technique. He stuffs two cheeks and holds food in each hand. The kid is voracious.

This kid is quiet when he eats. Finally. If he’s not eating, he’s bossing.

Consider all those photos yesterday’s news, because the following photo eclipses them all and thereby gains its status as Photo 334/365 (and my favorite photo from Sunday):

At least until his cousin Justin gets here.