to Matt and Kristen's to pick up Turner Bee!! After
visiting for a bit, we loaded Turner and everything we
needed for him. We headed back to Greensboro to our
house. Turner slept most of the way! He's a good boy!
Here's Turner Bee playing with some baby size Tonkas.
curiosity for Turner! As he approached her, she just ran
away! Then she would come back because Turner was
a curiosity for her too!
look like more fun! Let's see how many I can drag out
before Gran or Grandad stop me."
pull out! Gran and Grandad do not care!!!"
is in this big box?"
"I like this plastic Turkish Air plane! It is light and I can
wave it around, hitting things with it, and chew on it!"
"Why is this dog singing? Chloe doesn't sing. This is
interesting!" Once the dog stopped singing "My Girl",
Turner felt it necessary to give the dog a pat on the head.
"Good job, doggie. Good job!!"
Petting the doggie!
Turner's crawl isn't the normal kind, but he can move
around, get wherever he wants to go...quickly!
We went to worship at church on Sunday morning. Turner
was wonderful! He enjoyed his water and Cheerios! Turner
loves to play ball. He and Grandad tossed the ball back and
forth. We think the boy is going to be left-handed!!!!
After shooting some hoops, Turner tries to determine
what we can do next.
What a sweet, precious face! One that makes Gran
and Grandad melt...and do whatever Turner wants!
Turner pulled up holding onto Grandad's foot!!!
in Pittsboro and had a milkshake at Hardee's before giving
Turner back to his parents. We were sad about it, but
he does belong to them! And we know that we will get to
enjoy him again sometime soon. :-)
cat. She has lots of white fur as you can see in the picture.
and some brown. She has big green eyes.
Daisy turned her head as I took the picture! I was trying
to get her face forward. She just didn't want to cooperate!
We don't know how long we will have Daisy with us. She
is 18 years old already. She was Dad's baby at one time,
then became Mom's baby and now, she is mine. Sadly,
I had to have Mikala put to sleep. She was 17 years old,
grumpy, dangerous in that she would bite, scratch and hiss
at people. We could not have her hurting the grandchildren.
I probably should have had her put down long before now.
May Mikala Rest in Peace and enjoy Kitty Heaven. :-)