Bright Spots
Time for another blatant Grammy post. The stuff that has been absorbing my time the last couple of weeks involves too many other people to write about, but a bright spot that keeps me sane is this sweet boy.
We have a ceramic pic that graces our living room. Luke really likes this pig.
He really really likes this pig.
But when he's at our house, he loves his grandpa best. Anytime Chuck walks into the house, Luke lights up and lunges for him.
Speaking of Luke's grandpa, his focus the last couple of days has been on this tractor, how it is not working, and whether to replace it. That focus has become fairly intense. Some people might call it obsessive. But not me. Nope.
Right now he has given up his tractor thoughts in favor of emptying the dishwasher, so I think I may go help him.
We have a ceramic pic that graces our living room. Luke really likes this pig.
He really really likes this pig.
But when he's at our house, he loves his grandpa best. Anytime Chuck walks into the house, Luke lights up and lunges for him.
Speaking of Luke's grandpa, his focus the last couple of days has been on this tractor, how it is not working, and whether to replace it. That focus has become fairly intense. Some people might call it obsessive. But not me. Nope.
Right now he has given up his tractor thoughts in favor of emptying the dishwasher, so I think I may go help him.
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