You were expecting a photo of Emma at the top of the page? You’ll need to scroll down a bit.
Yes, she is a little sweetie (aren’t all grandchildren?). That’s why there are no Grandchild USA contests (or at least I’m not aware of any). No winner would ever be chosen because all the votes would be cast along family lines.
Still, Emma was the centerpiece of last week’s letter to new mom Ellen and her brother Reid. But you will note that the letter a couple of weeks ago truly wasn’t “official” since it was emailed as an attachment due to a printer ink malfunction. But what the kids received over the weekend had a stamp on the envelope, therefore marking a return to official letter status. I have gone back to the old ways, thanks to a new black ink cartridge.
Emma: the apple of her gramps’ eye.
As for the photo of Emma, here you go.
Here, too, is the paper letter. Just say ‘no’ to email attachments.
May 14, 2012
Ellen/Reid: It’s just hard to believe that Emma is almost two weeks old. It still is all a bit surreal. She’s just a little peanut, and already her looks seem to be changing. I can’t wait to see her again because that’s when her growth will really be apparent. It looks as if the next trip will be the second weekend in July. We would come on a Friday and leave on Sunday. I assume Emma will get her first view of the lake July 6-7-8 but you tell me what works best for us to visit. Felicia’s excited to see her. It is still amazing that your upstairs renovation project was completed virtually the same day Emma was born. Talk about fortuitous timing. Wow. You couldn’t have scripted it better. It’s good I lost my April 24 bet. What a mess that would’ve been.
I’m now paying attention to baby coupons in the Sunday paper so those will be tucked into the envelopes. Everything about babies is really an industry into itself. Most of the stuff they advertise in the back pages of the coupon section seems feasible enough but I don’t quite understand why people would buy porcelain statuary of babies and other baby knick-knacks. Sounds like just another garage sale item to me. You will not receive anything of the sort from Emma’s grandpa. Next time I head to the store I’ll pay a little more attention to the baby aisle. Before you know it, she’ll be walking and talking and all of that. Just as we marveled at how quickly you two nuts grew, the same will be for your perception of her. It all just happens in a blur. Betsy thinks the photos of Emma are adorable and she’s been asking for regular updates so keep any information coming this way. Your timing is also good, Ellen, in that you’ll be able to stay at home during the normal summer break for teachers.
It’s been raining outside this morning which makes for a good enough day to sit in the office. Wish it would’ve rained this weekend so I could’ve skipped golf altogether. I’m so tired of playing poorly. I couldn’t think my way out of a paper bag on the course if my life depended on it. It is just so humbling. Reid, how did your little golf gig come about? Don’t people camp overnight at the public courses in Chicago just so they can snag a tee time? Good for you to get out and play. If some kid came along and offered me $5 for my sticks, I might be tempted. Felicia is working a lot of overtime, including the weekends, and that puts a crimp into any spontaneous plans to ride or get out of town.
The lettuce pot out front continues to pump out a bumper crop. That’s been a good dietary diversion. I’m sorry to report that the Swallowtail butterfly caterpillar that was munching on the sprigs of parsley apparently fell prey to some sort of predator because it was gone within a day or two of me thinking it would continue to grow and eat its way into a pupa or whatever they wrap themselves in before emerging and flitting away. My little bluebirds, sadly, are gone, too. When I got home from Minnesota I thought they would have fledged so I went out back to check out the nest. But there they were, dead. Not sure what happened. Stories on the web show parasites are a fairly common cause of death in baby birds. The parent bluebirds had worked so diligently to keep the little ones fed. They are nowhere to be seen. I’ve since cleaned out the nest and let it dry out. Hopefully some other bird species will find it a good nesting site. Must be that time of year for baby animals. Saw a small copperhead the other evening, but it was dead, too, and for no apparent reason. Must be the way of things.
Okay, over and out for this morning. Keep sending photos of Emma, and Reid, let me know about your iPad situation. Glad you are finding uses for yours, Ellen. Let’s use that live video thingie at some point soon. Ciao.