By 7:00, T is up...the grouchy one. And always the first kid to get up at the lake. I make him lay down for awhile longer, but soon, he comes out asking for breakfast. And thus begins the morning conversations that I love.
One of T's favorite things to do is look at all the pictures sitting out of last summer. Lately, he has noticed that he looks grouchy in all the pictures we have of him at the lake. It's not that I don't try to get pictures of him smiling, but last summer, he hated having his picture taken, so he is definitely in a snit in most of them.
For example. here is one taken at his uncle's wedding. T points this one out a lot. I don't even remember what was making him grouchy, but I couldn't resist taking the picture. You can tell just from his arms that he is one mad kid. Even now, he is sitting on my lap and pointing to the picture and saying, "There's me pouty. I always did that when I was little."
So, this morning we are talking about pictures. "Hey, there's lots of pictures of me now. There's me grouchy, there's me smiling, grouchy, grouchy."
"Gramma, where's a picture of me and grandpa and daddy?"
"Well, I don't have one of those. Should I take one?"
"How about today, I take one of you and grandpa golfing. Would that be good?"
"Yep. And no grouchies on the golf course. Right?"
"Right, T. No grouchies..."