Grandpa

My parents come to visit relatively frequently and I feel badly that I hardly ever write about it. I guess I just take it for granted that they come. I'm lucky that they live so close and love to hang out with us...by "us" I mean our kids.

My dad volunteers at the Oklahoma City Temple about once a month. We love it because he comes and stays with us. Tyler particularly enjoys that they always build something when he comes. This last visit Tyler and Mikey were bouncing out the door to greet him before he could even get out of his car.

Tyler: "GRANDPA!!! Did you bring something for us to build?"

Grandpa: "Don't I always?"

Mikey: "HI...HI...HI...HI...HI!"

Grandpa: "Hi Mikey! How are you?"

Mikey: "HI...HI...HI...HI..."

Tyler got a new little tool box that day (notice the wooden hammer). He was excited to show Grandpa. After they had talked for a minute, Tyler came bounding in to talk with me, "MOMMY! Grandpa said this hammer will be perfect for our building fings (things)."

Seriously, Dad is a hero around here.