Showing posts with label Grandpa and Grandma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandpa and Grandma. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Sauder Village
Really--a Must See place.
We ended the day in Archbold with a visit to the boys' great-grandparents.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Grandparents' Day 2010
While we waited for the time to go to school, Grandpa played outfield while Carson practiced batting.
After arriving at school, we found Caden's class. He showed us some of the story he was reading and gave us poems he'd written. Grandma Roth was there, too.Before we knew it, it was time for lunch. Spaghetti, peaches, tossed salad, bread and margarine, and chocolate milk!
Recess was next. Caden played tether ball and then ran down to the playground equipment. When the bell rang, he and Grandpa walked ahead of the Grandmas to line up to go inside.
When we got back inside, the grandparents had to take a timed math test. Grandma G did pretty well, huh, Caden?
Then he interviewed us using ten questions and writing down the answers. We also saw some slide shows about the butterfly festival, gingerbread house making, and the visit to the apple orchard.
After all that, we went outside to watch gym class. We were really proud at how fast Caden ran. (The girls started out ahead of the boys. Caden never stopped running the whole two laps!)
Then the kids got in groups of four and tossed a frisbee.
Before we knew it, gym was over and it was time for us to go back to Indiana! We had a great time. Thanks, Caden, for inviting us.
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Monday, September 28, 2009
A Grandmother's Prayer
Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,
Eternal beauty, or youth, or such.
Just give me a little hand to hold,
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs.
Just give me a little face to kiss,
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their brilliant eyes.
For through these little ones, you've given
This grateful grandma a glimpse of Heaven.
-unknown author Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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