Well done, Grandson-"it ryhmes!"

There's little like a grandson spending the day to push you off the couch and do (somewhat) more than the usual (very little). Rowan spent the day and we kicked it off with the usual waffles, strawberries, whipped cream, altho he skipped the whipped cream and went straight for the peanut butter and syrup AND strawberries and bananas. Then quickly before Grandpa went to work we hauled out the birthday present-a red New York basketball outfit.

After breakfast we played dominoes, watched 1/2 of Spiderman (grandma was too scared to see it all), chinese checkers, krokonole, played computer games, had fun.

Then Julia came for lunch. I'll have to include that bit in an email if you are interested. It's a video clip of us three.

The afternoon was filled with the smell of yummy chocolate chip cookies. Come over and you'll get the softest, gooiest, chocolate loaded cookies on Sat. when you come. Rowan made them, I baked them. I said, "Well done, grandson." "That rhymes!" he said.

And then Grandma collapsed quietly and happily on the couch.