The Johnny Popper

Our oldest son and his two oldest boys visited last weekend. It was so much fun to have them here! Stacey, the girls, and Baby Glenn held down the fort in Minneapolis.

I am not one of those grandmas who carries around photos of their grandkids in their wallet and flips it open at the slightest provocation. I reserve my grandkid photos for this blog - and my refrigerator door. And since it's my blog, I get to write what I want. :-)

As usual, Gpa makes bacon and eggs for breakfast. I think it's a little too early in the morning to get very excited over food.

Checking the hitch, making sure this rig is 'roadworthy'

On the trailer, at the top of our hill

Finishing the great trip around the alfalfa field

Playing with toy Army men, Saracens, and Crusaders with a few cars and tanks thrown in. All found in a card catalog drawer, of course.

This child was thrilled to sit on the old 'Johnny Popper,' as he called it. It's not a John Deere, but to him, apparently any old tractor is a Johnny Popper. :-)  He spent the last ten minutes of his visit with us, passionately pounding his fist on the kitchen counter, trying to persuade Gpa to get him some tools so he could fix the Johnny Popper! It was the cutest thing. Everyone knows a three year old is perfectly capable of diagnosing and fixing any problem a tractor might have, right?

He was practically sleep walking, and near tears because he was so tired! We later found out that on the way home to Minneapolis, he fell asleep in the car less than a mile from our house! :-)