The Pumpkin Delivery

October 23, 2016

The pumpkins have been harvested, and I needed to make a very special delivery to THE Grandson in Spokane.giantWith My Girl riding Shotgun, we set out early to see our favorite 2-year-old.  As soon as we arrived, THE Grandson, grabbed a few tools and set about measuring the pumpkin.giant-pumpkin-measureThe tricky part was getting the Giant out of the truck without splattering it all over the Spokane sidewalk.  We’d brought what we hoped were strong boards to carefully roll the 200+ pound vegetable down out of the truck.  I didn’t fancy cleaning up a huge pumpkin splat, but more importantly, I didn’t want to fail so close to our goal.  Luckily we prevailed and Number One Son rolled the pumpkin across their lawn to set it at the foot of their porch stairs.  THE Grandson told me that his (unborn) sister needed a pumpkin too.  So I brought two more pumpkins, one for his Mamma and Daddy and one more for baby sister.giant-pumpkinsSpending the day with THE Grandson is pure joy.  Reading to him, walking to the park, listening to him laugh…splashing in puddles.   Even watching him be a little naughty to his Daddy is sort of entertaining…well, to one of us.giant-puddlesSpending time with all three of my kids and THE Grandson was just bliss.  Watching the Uncle and the Auntie delight in the little man was a special and delightful treat to me.giant-team-offspring

Number One Son and Number One Wife are trying to finish painting their house, before the weather catches up to them.  We were trying our best to be helpful, Number Two Son, My Girl, THE Grandson and I cooked dinner.  Building home-made pizzas with a 2-year-old, no one was overly concerned that THE Grandson licked his fingers after patting the dough, spooned some of the pizza sauce into his mouth, ate half of the pepperoni and spat out the mushrooms during production.  Watching Auntie and Uncle cooking with the darling boy…oh, be still my heart.giant-pizza

THE Grandson is potty trained.  I know!  He is amazing!  He just can’t actually pull his little underpants down, so that was my job.


“Yes, sweetie.”

‘Do you have a penis?’

“No, I don’t.”

‘Daddy has a penis.’

“Yes, he does”.

 ‘Mamma doesn’t have a penis.’

‘That’s right’.

‘Uncle Riley…do you have a penis?’

…and I left the bathroom laughing.

It was a great day…and yes,

I am blessed.

4 responses to “The Pumpkin Delivery”

  1. Miriam says:

    What fun!!! The Great Pumpkin has arrived!

  2. Diane says:

    Such a precious Grandson! Such a lucky boy to have a Grammy that grows wonderful pumpkins! A double blessing!

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