In March, I flew down to Texas to help my mom and my aunt pack up my grandmother's china. I took only Jake and Sophie with me, so we could actually get some work done. Brinley stayed in Boise for a little daddy/daughter bonding time. We also spent a little time with my Popito and the rest of my family.
My Popito is so in love with little Soso. He always cheers right up when he sees her.
I have a picture just like this of my Poppy feeding me a bottle at about this age. That bottle, however, happened to be a beer can with a nipple on it. Budweiser, I believe. "No beer for the Soso, Poppy!"
We visited Poppy everyday we were there. Sophie is the only one that can make my grandpa smile like that.
Jake entertained all the old men with this little toy Bakugon. They were all so amazed by the way the little toy transforms when it touches metal. Jake was sticking it to all the silverware in the dining room. All of the old people wanted a turn to try it. I love these pictures of my Pops smiling... my mom says he really doesn't do that very often. Leave it to the cutest great-grand kids on the planet (and one cute granddaughter, too)!
I had to include this picture, because I can't even believe how much Sophie looks like my grandma here. It is a striking resemblance. I think my Grandma Trudy would have been proud.
Soso was so cute in this box...that is how I kept her out of the way. My mom and Joyce would fight over who got to take care of her. That way, they didn't have to do too much of the work. They are both wonderful overseers, but not the best workers.
Jake was busy digging through all of grandma's treasures. She had so many treasures, it was hard to narrow it down. My mom helped him find all the best ones.
Look at all that treasure! We almost couldn't get it all home because of the weight limit on the plane.
Fun at the park with Pops and Mimi...and ice cream from the little boy peddling from a cart.
My dad teaching Jake how to skip rocks in the river
He was pretty stoked when he finally got it!
Jake and Uncle Matt sword fighting the back yard. I guess they never really grow out of that sort of thing.