The baby was crying,. Not a good time to try to continue on with a photos shoot anyway. But it was an idea.
Penny was very happy to be front and center.
The blog is back in real time today. No flashbacks, no reblogs from six years ago.
Penny, the Golden Doodle, looks at the baby Charles and remembers when she was the center of attention.
Perhaps I should have made this a wordless Wednesday or a
You Write the Caption.
(And not sure what cousin Anna is doing )
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Half and Half.”
Big sister/little sister front seat back seat
selfie taken by granddaughter Anna.
1/2 empty cake stand
Impressionism at the car wash – 1/2 light 1/2 dark
Half hand knit shawl/half Golden Doodle photographed by Laura Thanks for sending
With a new baby in the house, Penny seeks reassurance and is probably wondering when baby Charlie will be leaving. It’s an adjustment .
My daughter Laura , (the new mother) shot this quick moment today as I was getting up.
You saw Penny’s paw included in the new family handshake a couple posts ago.
Here she is photobombing during the first bath the other day
The night Charles was born, I brought a cloth diaper from the hospital so she could get his scent. Little did she know how life would change.
On the front porch with the human members of the family. Sorry Penny.
P.s. Tomorrow after this posts, my DIL will tell me Henry the Airedale is upset because he isn’t featured or included on the blog.
Thanks V for the idea to blog Penny and Grandma
You know those photo greeting cards with the tiny hand in the big hand?
The touching closeups?
I was going for a similar feel with the new parents and grandson Charlie who was a week and a day.
Oops. Add one eager Golden Doodle. Penny’s paw added to the photo.
The girls and I went to Aunt Lala’s today. Uncle James was at work.
Aunt Lala did the girls hair.
Then we hung out with Penny the Golden Doodle on the front porch and the girls loved the porch swing.
Anna and Penny traded bandanas and headbands. We had a relaxing summer afternoon.
Trying to not think about my return to school on Tuesday.
I used Laura’s sewing machine to stitch up the legs, arms and tails and now the two monkeys for Anna and her friend are ready to turn, stuff and stitch by hand. The socks were on Clearance for 93 cents at Target last year. I bought way too many thinking I would make a ton of monkeys.
Happy Birthday Laura.
(Didn’t Erika coin your nickname, Lala? )
What is the definition of a “lap dog”?
A dog who is able to sit on your lap.
Penny is a lap dog.
I am so excited you are here in the Burgh. Good timing on the wedding weekend so you get to come to Pittsburgh.
You always called it CLOUD CAKE.
We’ll add some fresh berries and ice cream.
Without the shades this time. Thanks. love you lots.
Happy Birthday dear daughter. Love. Ma
Laura and James were leaving after Sunday dinner at Mark and Erika’s.
I said, “Grab Penny and I’ll take your photo” as the sun was setting and it was such a nice light.
And when I looked on the computer screen, there was Henry the Airedale, peering out of the storm door.
I can’t read his mind but there are several captions possible.
Penny was watching the neighbor instead of me.
My son-in-law James and Penny the Golden Doodle, exhausted! James was happy with the results of two games (Ohio State and Auburn winning) and said he didn’t care much about the last one- USC and UCLA. He gave me permission to blog the two of them resting on the couch. Laura had already headed to bed.
I went down the street to photograph a crazy Christmasy house lit up full force but they’d flipped the off switch early and gone to bed. Thought that would have been good for the Let There Be Light challenge part two.
The pink afghan covering James has a label in it from my father’s mother Mary Alta Hendricks, who knit it in 1976 at age 84.
Born in 1892. That was a long time ago.
I’d been knitting all evening while the games were on. Earlier in the day, my granddaughter Anna and my daughter Laura had been knitting as we all sat on the same couch. Passed down four generations. There’s another afghan my grandmother knit from Bobbie, she sent it to Laura and James.
Tonight I am in the guest room at Laura and James’ sleeping under a quilt my grandmother stitched.
Thinking of family as the holiday weekend comes to a close. Grateful for all the love passed down.
Thinking of those nearby and those no longer with us on earth, just in our hearts.
James and Penny are exhausted