Two Boys, Two Joys

Landon called me today to tell me he went poop. Attaboy Pal!
It's nice to know your grandson is thinking of you when he's on the potty.
(I'm usually thinking about the Giants.)
Miles told me he is doing really well with his swimming lessons. He
sounds so grown up, I fear his chin fuzz will be longer than mine when I
see him next!

I hope they have more time for me when I return to New Milford; they had
busy schedules in June! School, library, playdates, babysitting; I spent a
lot time double waving them goodbye.
But now we're in prime time pool season. If Kirk has maintained the
integrity of the water, we'll be good to go! (if not, we'll be good to go 48
hours after return of POOL BOY!)
I'm so anxious to see Miles show off his newly accelerated swimming
skills. And Landon was showing pretty good form with a baseball bat
before we left.
I am especially pleased when Miles and I are totally tuned in to whatever
game we are playing, basketball, trains, car-bocce, whatever. One time,
during a frenzy of childish activity, Miles called me "Joshie."
Joshie is one of Miles' best friend.
Quite a compliment Miles gave me that day.

Landon just calls me "Pop," but he complimented me today by calling
to tell me he pooped. Attaboy pal! Maybe you should call me "Poopsie."
Yes, two boys, two joys. But long before I was Pop, I was Daddy.

Three wonderful daughters.
Three girls, three pearls………….