Golf!

Maybe there's more to a name than Shakespeare gives credit, but Robert has been obsessed with golf since he was less than a year old.  Which is why it was so great that he got to go to the country club with his Meema and Grumpy the last time we were in Lancaster.  (Rob and I had forgotten to pack our country club duds and were therefore forced to stay home and drink beer.  I'm considering some kind of civil rights suit just as soon as I stop liking an afternoon of free babysitting and beer.)  Robert had a good time, though something spooked him about the golf carts.  He keeps saying, even a month later, at random times, "there were people on the carts."  Not sure what that was all about, but, hey, what's a little trauma compared to the afternoon of free babysitting and beer?  That's what I was thinking.  So thanks to the Felters for both the trip, and the pics.

And I'm back

Ok, I know, I know.  And I have nothing in the way of excuses.  Except that not that much has been happening here.  Or maybe a lot has.  I don't really know anymore.  Robert is just chatting up a storm now, and starting to make up stories.  Which is pretty cute.  I'd tell you one, but I can't remember any of them.  Needless to say, we're in another bad sleep stretch.  My only hope is that eventually it will have to be his girl (or boy) friend who is up with him in the middle of the night.  Does Match.com take toddlers?

We've been enjoying the good weather by spending a lot of time at the farm.  Robert has a regular play ground there now with a sandbox, swingset, and slide.  Poor Carol's yard may never be the same, but Robert adores it.  Here's a picture of a very spoiled grandson in his new frog raincoat, standing in his sandbox-- all courtesy of his Grandma Beth.

And, of course, some obligatory Easter Pics...