The grandgoobers

Jan 18, 2009 17:59

Cody. The poor kid. He has a flu bug of some sort. He upchucked at daycare and was sent home. I called Jessica this morning. She told me of this. I asked her to ask him if he wanted to talk to Massachusetts Grandma. I could hear him in the background. Yes, he wanted to talk to Massachusetts Grandma but he was sick and Washington Grandma was making him carry a bucket next to his face. So he didn't think he could manage talking to Massachusetts Grandma while holding a bucket to his face.

If I don't get out there to see those little goobers soon, ... I don't know. I'll start walking if I have to.

Cody and Connor** have always been like cats and dogs. Fight, fight, fight. Can't be in the same room. Can't share toys. Enemies, I tell you. (Largely due to the Codymonster.) Cody would whomp on poor little Connor over everything. Connor could do nothing but take it. Well, Connor's growing up a bit. Jessica tells me they are now the best of friends. Hugging each other. Taking care of one another. Opening doors for one another. Sharing toys. Sharing food. Sharing, sharing, sharing. And lots of loving. I wonder how this happened and if it might last. I'm wondering if Cody has realized that Connor is now at least as big as he is and weighs twice as much and can pounce him in a heartbeat. Time for Cody to start being nice to big little brother Connor.
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**Connor's name magically went from being spelled ConnEr to ConnOr. My sister magically changed the spelling of her son's name from Lorne to Loren.

cody, connor, grandbabies

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