Last night, makeup artist daughter and her husband and darling boy came over for dinner, as well as singing son, whose wife was off visiting a friend for the evening. The night before, my daughter called and said, "Singing son and I want to come over for dinner." Which, when you come to think of it, is as good a way to get a dinner going as any.
Well, we had a great time, not the least of which was my grandson, who toddled around the living room, playing with a ball, the blocks, a little of this and that . . .
Because he was so busy, most of these pictures are a little blurry--call it "Boy in Motion":