July 4th...a little late

To end the marathon vacation post, we wound up in Amarillo where John and I went to pick up Drew. He had a great time visiting his Grandmommy and Granddad. From what we hear, he watched some Sesame Street, visited Great Grandmom and Pop every day, spent Saturday with Great Granny and Papa, and generally had the run of the place. My folks have moved to a new house in the country with a few acres, so I'm sure Drew will take full advantage of the space when he gets to the tricycle-riding and baseball-throwing phases.

Here he is with Great Grandmom and Pop, who just light up when they see him.

Here is Drew playing with his favorite toy - the box. Of all the toys that Grandmommy got for him to play with, he seemed most fascinated with the big box.

I just love this picture. My sweet baby with his 90-year-old great grandfather. And look at that face - does it get better than this?

We celebrated the 4th as all good Americans should - with explosives. Drew was afraid of the booms of some of the larger ones, but liked the lights and colors. I'm sure in a few years he'll want to be out there with his Daddy setting them off.

Vacation's over... back to real life. Boo.