There is a game being played out in the Woodard household. It’s not between Grampa and Gramma. No, it’s much more insidious…it’s between me and the grandchildren… …continue reading
Nov
03
2012
There is a game being played out in the Woodard household. It’s not between Grampa and Gramma. No, it’s much more insidious…it’s between me and the grandchildren… …continue reading Jun
08
2012
I’m not sure that the young parents recognized our house when they returned. Or perhaps it looked eerily familiar. There were toys all over. Tupperware, spoons and turkey bashers could be found in random places. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and on the counter… …continue reading Dec
25
2011
Abel was focused. He was so focused on his best-ever toy, that he just plain forgot to get down and crawl. He just…walked…straight to Grandpa. Straight into Grandpa’s arms. …continue reading |
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