My kind of Super Hero!

This handsome Grandson of ours Kai, just turned 4 years old! We love him so much! He is quite taken with Superman, and so for his birthday...his Mom and Dad made him the coolest Super Hero Party ever!






It is so hard to believe that he is already 4, I love that boy so much! I love being able to create for him and create with him.

He loves to do anything with me, even my back exercises! :)

He loves to do anything with color!

He even wanted to try sewing and quilting with me! He was great!

 He like both of his Grandfathers... is even good with wood creations! Look at this Reindeer he and his Dad created!

He is the best Big Brother ever! Oakley is a very blessed little girl to have such a wonderful big Brother!

We got to FaceTime with him tonight and watch him open his Birthday present from us. He has had so much company since his Birthday...we decided to wait till things settled down. 

 This is what I made for Kai's Birthday. Thought it was  appropriate since his Grandpa works at Boeing! I thought he might need a place to tuck his animals to bed at night!

I look at this picture of Bradley as a Father, and I can hardly believe that he himself grew up this fast. There is something about a Moms and their boys... that is so Special! Then there is a part of your heart that a Grandson has... that is pretty Special too!

Oh how we love you Hezekiah, you are good boy and I think you are the only Super Hero ...that your Nana and Poppa would ever need! Happy Birthday!

Little boys!

Introducing my 3rd grandchild ( first grandson ) Hezekiah William, isn't he too cute! Found this sweet poem, and for those of us who have boys grown up now becoming Dad's themselves...it was very fitting!   Good night dear friends!

You Are...

Someone once called you
Snips, Snails, Puppy-Dog Tails--
but I know you
and you are
mud-puddle-splashing and
secret-fort-building and
living-room-floor-wrestling and
sometimes even sweet-sibling-hugging
you are
coated with the dust and dirt of
boyhood play--
high-top tennis shoes and falling-down socks
blistered palms from too much free-throw practice
chlorine-damp hair from a splashy cannonball dive into the pool
you are
eating your veggies
only with the promise that they'll make you big and strong
you are
giggling in your pj's at Saturday morning cartoons
you are
letting the dog lick your face and
you are
laughing
you are
scrubbed and tubbed
hair combed (until
it rumples on your pillow
when you settle in to sleep)
and there in your dreams
you are
a cowboy, a fireman,
a dump-truck driver,
an astronaut,
Michael Jordan
but in my dreams
(my daydreams and my night dreams)
you are
a grown, gentle man with
a lighted smile, shining eyes--
you are
in candlelight,
kissing your beautiful new bride--
you are
in night-light,
singing soft lullabies to your babies in their beds,
and smoothing their bath-damp hair
for I know you and
that's what my little boy is made of.  ~(Nikki Blair )
Found the poem here:

“You’ll never know how much I love you…..not until the son becomes a father.” ~ Uknown