Summer Revue

In the tradition of "Grease" and other summer flicks that tell us to hold on to summer before we get beat down with back-to-school blues, here's a look back at the Summer of Grant:

1) We went to the pool.



2) He got a hair cut.

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AFTER:


3) He likes cars.



3A) And trains.



4) He has a hat.



5) He likes his Space Pee-Js, both pairs, at once, over other clothes, during the day.



6) He likes cookies.



7) He got a tan!



8) He rode the Lazy River, in Florida.



9) He has a serious side.



10) To everything, turn, turn, turn. . . and avoid your meals.



11) He thinks the yard is neat.



12) He learned to ride a mower.



14) He's practicing with his teeny teeny back pack. . . Oh no. . . did you say "back pack". . . don't say "team work"! ! !



15) It's either a cookie, his car, or number three?

Happy 4th!!

Happy Fourth of July! Hope your Continental Congress successfully resolved to be independent. Well, Grant's did.



In a month, since our last post, he has gone through quite the changes. He can drink from a straw, has a knack for running, thinks that he can magically descend stairs without injury, has a vocabulary (ebel, ni-ni, na-na, ehh-ehh, ba, bye, gesh gesh...), has a first love (besides the precious blanket(s) or "ni ni"). He won't stand for hand holding, always loves to explore, and can't eat from the hands of mom or dad. We apologize, on behalf of Grant, to all those parishoners and diners who experienced the fully liberated Grant this weekend. He's taken this independence thing a little too far, the parents think.



Time to get to the work of nation building...

An Alien World

Welcome to Grant's Alien World, where the secrets of the cosmos are revealed. What's that smell? It's only the Genie of Diaperitus emitting a gas commonly found near carbon life forms. Perhaps we could seed Mars with that gas; there's plenty of it, like a renewable resource; oh yes, there's the gas on Mars,now--turning the Red Planet into the Blue we know.



Let's ask the cow to help. "Hey, cow! Stop that jumpin' and help us seed Mars with methane, you know to produce our own greenhouse effect, but for good, not for harm." We'll borrow the dipper, ladle some of it onto Mars, melt those ice caps, and make a new world!

Grant's Alien World rocks! We should get that alien to come help, with his ship. "Hey, how many miles per gallon you get from that ship?" The Alien answers, through a translating Babel fish, "Gallons, you mean light years per micro-ounce, if British units are alright with you. And the answer is 1.5." "Whoa, that's cool." "Yeah, but's it's just a lease, and any light-days after 3,000,000 light years costs me $USD 0.15 per light-day. Kind of a scam."



Despite Grant's apparent restraint in Enthusiasm, many thanks to Kristi for making Grant's Alien World happen. And also thanks to Kay and Al for laying the foundational colors for Grant's Alien World; without them it would be like having a Universe without a space-time fabric, what would hold the planets in place?

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And speaking of seeing stars, welcome home Emily! You have been in our prayers for a speedy recovery, and it's good to see you back on your feet, or at least foot. You have the heart of Evel Knievel, a dare devil, but please make life a little more boring and stick to vehicles with airbags. We love you, Hot Rod.

Mother Day

Kelly had a great Mother Day. We visited the Fort Worth Stockyards for a little steer and horse. Grant got everyone's attention with his smiles, but saved the best for Mom.

This Guy Walks

It is for certain, Grant walks. And he can bowl, which pediatricians say has a possibility of happening in the first week of walking; read the worksheet. Below are his first two attempts, both gutters. He's already learned, however, that the key to bowling is getting that head pin.





Then, he throws a rock, and puts a little bit of himself into it, too.



BTW, there's a new poll, be sure to vote!

Mr. Fly

Buzz, buzz. Now that Grant is One, he's been thinking about all that he left
Behind in his infant months. "All I want is You," he tells his mommy, Kelly. "But I gotta walk On, 'cause there's no line on the Horizon." "Gloria! and Hallelujah!", says Kelly. When he walks, he's just running to stand Still. "I want to go to the Heartland in God's Country," he insists. "Love is Blindness; love rescue Me," which one is it?



"Sometimes, Grant, you can't make it on your Own." Kelly turns to Grant. But he's cool, he's the Fly.

Grant turns, "when love comes to Town...I'm gonna get that train, Mom. I've got to go where the streets have no Name, in Van Diemans's Land."



"huh? where?"

"Nevermind, I have too many mysterious Ways."

"Grant, don't go, I can't help falling in love with You."

"Mom, you can take a day without Me."

"No! When will you be back? On the Fourth of July? In October? At Christmas, baby please come Home?"




"Mom, our hearts will always beat as One. Don't forget about the unforgettable Fire that I have for you"



"Oh Grant, I will always follow you until the end of the World. Remember when life leaves you Numb or gives you a Lemon, you've got to find the silver and Gold Lining."



"What advice, mom! I guess I won't leave; let's make today a sort of Homecoming. I guess I will continue to trip through your Wires. At least until you are Forty."




"Please, I have my pride, in the name of Love."

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He wakes up, like it's just another day, but today the clock, it ticks up its seconds to a Year of Grant. For his first birthday, his Mother has given days in and days out of time. Time in the morning, hello. Time in the afternoon, hello mister. Time in the evening, how's about a some dinner. Daddy arrives late, but not too late for goodnites, and loves you-s. A Year of Grant, a Year of Grace. Thanks to everyone for the support and love!