A diary of marriage, parenting, life in the tundra, and Golden Retrievers.
I can't breathe. I'm laughing too hard. Murray + Grandpa Doug (my Dad) = HILARIOUS.
When my Dad arrived last night, Murray was beside himself. After they hugged furiously, the first words out of Murray's mouth were, "Grandpa, how many sleeps are you here for?"
This morning, the second Murray woke up, he exclaimed, "Dad, Mom, I'm going to wake up Grandpa, but you can go back to sleep."
These two have packed more adventures into 24 hours than I could in a week.
There was the breakfast date. The two of them walked to McDonald's, ate 'pamcakes' and sausage and walked home.
We went skating and Grandpa Doug pretended to fall down every time Murray fell.
We celebrated Christmas (a bit late, but hey, at least we were together).
Now, the two are eating 'copporn' (popcorn) and watching a movie, while snuggling on the couch. Murray keeps asking his Grandpa to say the word 'poop' - oh happy day - and he just finished explaining to my Dad that if Rudy finds another rabbit in the yard, he'll play with it too hard and it will have to go to heaven.