Constant Motion

This was often my view of my two-year old grandson Gus.  He and his parents paid us a visit for a week during Hootin an Hollarin.  Enjoyed every minute of their stay.  Am I tired?  Yes.  But it was worth it all.

We played in the dirt piles that Grandpa had made for his trucks.  He shoveled gravel and rocks into his red pail and then dumped them in the dump truck, and emptied them.  Some rocks were heaby, but with a great effort he was able to move them around.

We went down to the Bryant and saw all sorts of fish and animals.  He loved the water and splashed to his heart's content.  He saw his first Ozark's stream crawdad.  He threw rocks into the river, some small and some heaby.  Our apologies to those of you who come across more rocks than usual there on the east bank near Warren Bridge.

He rode the tractor with Grandpa.  He rode in the pickup with Mom and Dad.  He danced and danced and danced down on the Square, loving the fiddle tunes that Ashley and David played.  He made friends with everyone,  especially those who offered him popcorn from their stash.  

At night, after his bath, he sat in our laps and listened while we read him stories about bunnies and crows and elephants.  Sweet goodnight kisses and hugs and he was ready for bed.

Constant motion.  Just what you would expect from a two year old boy.  

Happy he came to visit.  Wish he lived a little closer.  We cherish all our times with him and his folks.  Love you Gussy.....to the moon and back.

Grandma and Grandpa