It's a Timothy day.
As our clan of grandchildren gradually grew to five, we adapted to the sleepovers and other 'everyone' gatherings at Gramma and Grandad's. More beds, more cool water bottles, more Paw Patrol placemats. More snacks, more noise, more mess.
No problem. Room for everyone.
And. We have made it on purpose that every once in a while we just have them with us, one at a time. (Can I just add here that I think it's really cool that our almost 18 year old still wants to do this?)
Today is just Timothy.
Ken found this very old book (1947) when he was cleaning up his space downstairs. "Timothy's Shoes." He set it aside just for today.
Something about Grandad reading books to the children that makes me love him even more.
Today is also listing day. Like, it's-really-official day. We're only allowed to make an hour's worth of mess. That's how much notice we'll be given if someone wants to get in for a peek before the open houses on the weekend. Yup...here we go.
We're ready. Have car seat, will vacate if necessary.
But really I'm just hoping for a cozy day filled with Lego and Pups and the kinds of hilarious conversations you can have with a 3 year old.
And I may even get at a few emails during screen time.
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