A Little Story about A Little Girl and A Little Chair

Once upon a time there was a sweetheart of a little girl named Ella Josephine. She had curly locks and bright blue eyes and the prettiest little smile you ever did see.


Now one day a while back, Ella's grandmother Judy found a teensey-weensey chair, just right for a cute little girl. It had a sweet puppy on it, and Judy knew that her granddaughter, who at the time was only a peanut that couldn't yet walk or talk, would adore it.

She swooped up the chair and took it and kept it so that one day it would be a special gift for her little granddaughter, whom she affectionately called Lu-lu.

Now it just so happened that Ella was to grow into that chair before her grandmother would have the pleasure of giving it to her in person. But, Ella's Grandpaw Chuck, remembered that the chair had been tucked away in a safe place all those months ago, and he brought it with him when he came to visit on Christmas Day.

Now, Miss Ella can sit on that chair all by herself, and swing her legs, and sigh, and sing, and daydream, just like her Grandmother knew that she would.

Thank you, Grandma. And thank you, Grandpaw!

THE END

A Weekend in Brunswick, Part II

On our trip back to Maine last weekend, we were glad to be able to spend some good time with my Dad at the house.


James loves to visit his Grandpaw, because he gets to play with all sorts of great things. My Dad has a collection of antique duck decoys, and for whatever reason, James is fascinated with them. He calls them "dekes" and is usually carrying one around the house the whole time we are there.

This time though, his Grandpaw had put some vintage bats and gloves aside for him. James is clearly becoming a southpaw, and we will be encouraging him to pitch for the Red Sox!


As you can see, there are no aluminum bats for this boy--I guess when he gets big enough for tee-ball he'll have a good swing!

Ella had a great time visiting, too, even though she is a little touchy around Dad. That was the way James was with my Mom--so now I guess it's Dad's turn!

We were talking about how Mom always thought that I needed to have started Ella on baby food sooner (Mom would have been giving Ella apricots immediatley after her birth, LOL.) Anyhow, I was wondering what her weight was, and wouldn't you know it, Dad has a vintage baby scale in the house!

I mean, really, I guess I shouldn't find it that surprising--given all the great stuff he has!

Turns out she loved it! And, she weighs 17 pounds. She is getting to be a little chunker! I love a fat baby! Take a look at these thighs!

Did I mention in the previous post that we went back to Danny's for hotdogs and Cote's for ice cream on Sunday? Yup. Can't get enough of that good, hometown food. Next time we'll be hitting Fat Boys Drive-In, and James will get to see his Auntie Amy car-hopping!

Next installment--our trip on the Airline Rail Trail!