Marty Pope gave us a 50 pound bag of the most beautiful ears of corn. He did not want to throw them out and he was done selling for the day. What a blessing of having a business on Main Street. We've had corn on the cob every night for dinner this week. Granddad's corn will be ready to harvest in a few weeks!
Kinzie was none to happy when you wanted to actually talk to her. "Did she ask to talk to me?" So Kinzie plopped down on the kitchen floor like this. Riding the trike rated way above and beyond talking to you, Mom!
For lunch Nana made us your BBQ skitty. We had the yummy corn, salad with plenty of ranch dressing, and pink lemonade.
We are at G.G.'s playground. (The Methodist Church playground) She is her mother's daughter!
Didn't Kathryn do an awesome job capturing the motion of the moment, while tightly capturing Brandon's face. If only we knew what the little guy was saying.
Brandon was not certain about the tulip! "Hey, Lazyboy could give this company a few lessons!"
Nana caught reading. Proof love of reading is passed on from generation to generation--it's all in the genes!
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