Grandson Number Three Has Arrived

At Lake Conroe Thousand Trails, Willis, Texas...

Before I get into the introduction of our new grandson, I need to mention a bright spot in our visit to Fredericksburg besides being with our rally friends. We learned that Paul and Mary, friends who are former fulltimers, happened to be nearby in Kerrville, so we arranged a luncheon meeting at the Alamo Springs Cafe, a legendary burger joint in the middle of nowhere between the two towns. It was great to catch up with them and enjoy their company for a little while:

With each passing day after our spills on the sidewalk in downtown Fredericksburg, we are grunting less and moving our limbs a little better, so it looks like we're going to get back to normal before long. But that's hardly as important as the arrival of Sutton Paul Girard, our third grandson and latest object of our affection spoiling. (Yes, it's okay; all grandparents have a license to spoil their grandchildren. It's in the Bible--you know, "spare the rod and spoil the child" in Proverbs. Well, we've taken that to mean that, since none of our grandchildren are named Rod, they're all fair game.) 

Now, without further ado, I present Mr. Sutton Paul Girard, born at 2:51 a.m. on April 18, weighing 6 lbs., 5 oz. and 19 inches long, held by Sandy who, through the miracle of makeup, has her bruises well covered:

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Sutton on day 2. Poppy on day 26,390:

Mindy and big brothers Mason and Pryce:

Proud dad Tyler:

Sutton seems to like all the attention:

Well, there you have it--a pretty exciting time for our family. We will be hanging around here until early June, when we will leave for Moscow, Iowa and Phannie's new hydraulic jack retrofit at the HWH factory. 

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; 

please forgive me if I don't appreciate it as I should each day.

We don't stop playing because we get old; we get old because we stop playing. 

--George Bernard Shaw