Just look at his happy little self. His Mommy and Daddy took him on a little trip to Pigeon Forge before school started for big brother. It is hard to believe that Parker is six months old already and 22 pounds!
Grandsons
A Sweet Reunion
Back in 2008, my grandson Spencer got a new dog. Her name was Sophie, and she was a yellow lab mix. She was such a sweet dog, and smart too. Spencer loved her so much! Somehow, in May of 2010, Sophie got out of the house, and out of the fenced yard, and ran away.
Emily said she saw a dog that looked a lot like her that had been run over on I-20 a few weeks later, but was not able to stop and check it out. She has never given up hoping that Sopie was still alive. Spencer was very upset, but like it is with children, he soon got over her loss, and got a new dog, Blondie, another yellow lab mix. He was still talking about Sophie even this summer.
Today, over three years later, Haralson County Animal Control called to let Emily know that they have found Sophie! She had a microchip implanted in her neck that held all the contact information for her owner. She said Spencer is giddy with excitement over getting his Sophie back.
If you own a dog, and don’t have one of these microchips implanted, make an appointment with your vet to get it done. I am truly amazed that Sophie has made it back home because she had one.
Bundle of Cuteness
We had some business to take care of yesterday in Douglasville, so we stopped in to visit Baby Parker. He has grown so much since the last time we saw him! He weighs twenty pounds now at 4 months old. And chewing on fingers to help with teething.
He has those adorable baby feet, so cute! He wants to stand up already.
Ah, now that he was back safe on Mama’s lap, he gave us a little smile. Still has those fingers in his mouth! He is just growing up so fast!
And speaking of growing up too fast, Spencer is eleven going on thirty. He came in and sat with us for a few minutes before he got bored with us and left. I really enjoyed seeing him and his baby brother though.
Welcome To The World, Parker Jackson
My daughter, Emily and her husband Thomas, welcomed little Parker Jackson into the world on January 31. He weighed 8 lbs 1 oz and was 19 inches long. He was delivered by C-section due to his mom having a condition called placenta previa, which could be life threatening to the mother if she had gone into labor. I have to say for being three weeks early, he was a pretty good size baby.
He scratched himself on the face on his first day in the world, so now he has to wear gloves or closed end sleeves to prevent it happening again. This scar is still there after a week!
Aw, he is such a sweetie pie, and smells so sweet. At least for now! The little fella is having a hard time eating, so he lost over half a pound in the hospital, but I’m sure he will catch on and start gaining soon.
Mommy had to take all his clothes off and get him uncomfortable before he would eat. I told her I can see it now, he’ll be three years old and can’t eat unless he’s naked! Seriously, he finally did take 2 ounces of milk while we were there. And then he spit up on Granny’s shirt while she was burping him. Burp!
The only time he cried was while he was getting a diaper change. He did not like that AT ALL! He didn’t open his eyes enough to see what color they are. He looks a lot like his Mommy did when she was a baby.
“Mom!” Don’t take my picture! I look terrible”. No, you look like you just had a baby, and that, my dear, is beautiful.
Happy Birthday To Michael
Michael is my first grandchild, and while I love them all, I have a special place in my heart for him. Because he was the first one, he is the one who made me a “Fab Grandma”. I drove from Douglasville, Georgia, to San Antonio, Texas to meet him for the first time. And then he made that little screwed up face and started crying as soon as I picked him up. I cried too, but it was a “happy” cry for me.
On a trip to Georgia to visit us before heading out to Guam, Michael got his first haircut from Aunt Becky. He looked a little apprehensive about it, but I am told he didn’t cry.
In 2003, Michael, his Dad and sister Sarah flew from England to spend some time with us. Because his Dad is in the Air Force, this little guy has literally been all over the world. When they came this time, we rented a cabin in the north Georgia mountains. Dad and Fabgrandpa took Michael fishing for the first time, and he caught so many fish he could barely hold them up to take this picture.
In 2004, Michael and his Dad came to Imperial Beach, California from England to spend a week with us at the beach. He and his Dad caught this huge lobster while fishing off the pier. I cooked it up for us and we all had a taste.
In April, 2o12, Michael and his family came to visit us in Georgia, right before we left to come back to the Grand Canyon. He was almost as tall as me then. I wonder if he has grown any over the summer?
This morning, his step-Mom, Sarah, had a birthday cake for him. It is really hard to believe this guy is 16 now. He is in Jr. ROTC and is doing well in school. I am still waiting for a picture of him in his uniform.
He may be far away from me in Maryland, but I can still say Happy Birthday, Michael. Granny loves you.
Happy Birthday Owen
It hardly seems right that he is turning five years old today. He was born on Talk Like a Pirate Day, which is awesome! He has certainly stolen MY heart! Here are some of my favorite pictures of him:
Happy Birthday, Owen! Granny loves you sooooo much!
First Day Of School
This is Michael, my oldest grandson. I can’t believe he is almost 16 years old. He is getting so handsome, and looks a lot like his Dad at that age. I also can’t believe he is in JRROTC! I am looking forward to seeing him in his uniform. He was happy to be going to school this year, you can tell by the look on his face.
Sarah is in the eighth grade this year. She gets more beautiful the older she gets, at least to me. She is looking so grown up, especially with the handbag she picked out for me to buy her. She told me she doesn’t have a boyfriend because boys “have cooties”. Good! Keep thinking that.
Spencer is my middle grandson. He is ten years old, and had a very important message for me last week. He is going to be a big brother in February. I’m not playing favorites by showing you two photos of him though. This one is his back to school pic. He’s in the fifth grade now.
Owen started to Pre-K this year. His Mummy told me that “he he was unhappy about going to school, and told her he didn’t want to go. He had no tears getting on the bus but he looked like he was going to cry when he was going to sit in his seat”. When he came home, she said he “did good at school and got a happy face for good behavior in his journal. He got a stamp on his hand and stickers too.” Well done, Owen!
And, even though she is not old enough to go to school at 2, we can’t leave Miss Amelia out. She had a happy happy day stomping in puddles:
Boys Will Be Boys
My grandson Michael will be 15 next week. As I was sitting here thinking about him tonight, I thought of this pic:
This was taken at the Atlanta Zoo when he was about 6 or 7 years old. I still love this photo!