Summertime - and the Swimming is Easy (if you're two)

We got Jace's pool ready one morning last week. I put a new sliding board together to add a new twist to the wading pool fun for Jace.







He even had a snack in the pool - and promptly dunked his Oreos in the pool.



What a little athlete he is! So strong, he could jump in and out from a crouch over the side of the pool and land on his feet! The truly strong people in life always have a bit of compassion and gentleness, and Jace is no different. He worried over his Pappy's booboos on his left knee and kissed them. (He loved having his Pappy in his pool with him.)



Just as he was getting tired of the activity I introduced belly sliding to him. I lifted him up onto the slide on his belly and scooted his body to the incline. He loved it! He climbed out and back to the sliding board for at least another half an hour, always saying 'belly' when he got to me.

Recently we bought him a Hohner harmonica. He had a plastic one that was a lung-burster to get even a squeak out of. This one was like magic to him. He loved it! Here is a snapshot from the first time he played it.



It's so much fun experiencing these little pleasures with a two year old again. We're looking forward to the next pool time.

Jace is Cool

No apologies. This post is all about my 'cool' grandson, Jace.

Jace is so cool as he goes to Cart Country in Louisville with his Mommy and Daddy and two visiting cousins, Shawn and Devin.

Here's Jace driving a car. He's not 16 yet!

Here's Jace driving a Harley. I don't condone this since my youngest brother - whom I still miss - was killed on a motorcycle. can't deny that he looks cool though.

Here are Shawn, Jace and Devin in the backseat - before Jace lost his cool and started pulling hair.

Does Jace equal "Cool" or what?

Bourbon Trail Revisited - sort of

Sandy and I made a Girls' Day Out of heading back to the Bourbon Trail. But we didn't explore distilleries. Instead we explored Versailles, KY's quaint historic area. Beautiful old homes and quaint shops. (Maybe quaint enough to be called 'shoppes'.)

Here are a few pix from our tours of the shoppes in Versailles (rhymes not with the city in France, but with Her + white sheet-like devices on boats that catch the wind and make hem go.)

The farm store - right in the heart of the historic district.

(No, we didn't go inside the farm store. we went to the antique mall across the street.)

The Pretty Pink shop - a boutique with fun jewelry and more.

Our lunch at Lite Side on Main Cafe. Half of a BLT and a lovely spinach salad. Not pictured, but definitely part of the deliciousness was the pumpkin bread with cream cheese. Yum! And bar none, the people in Versailles were SO nice!

My miscalculation enabled us to drive past "The Castle" - twice! (Sorry, Sandy, but you have to admit, it was worth the short detour.)

And here is our precious angel Jace the night before when we babysat while Sandy went to her photo-session. The boy DOES get in to Pappy's spaghetti in a big uninhibited way! (Even a messy mess, he is still his Jamma's dollbaby.)