Gran was the first to get to hold Turner. I couldn't wait to lift him out of the carseat! And I didn't want to share him either. But Grandad demanded his turn. I took numerous pictures, but not a one was of me holding Turner. That's okay, I'd rather hold and love Turner than take pictures!
Dressed in his corduroys! He's grown so much and now weighs almost 8 lbs.!
Of course, Mamaw had to hold Turner a bit too. She managed just fine with only one arm!
Sporting his running shoes or are they basketball shoes?
No ballgames for this little guy right now, except in his dreams.
Papaw had to have his turn to hold Turner too!
Feeling of his little shoes!
Are they both sleeping? :-)
Look at me! Look at me! I'm more important than any ballgame!!!! Grandad held Turner while the rest of us ate. Then Gran had another chance to hold Turner while Grandad ate. By then, Turner was waking up...a little! And it was time for him to have dinner!
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