Last night our son Jason and daughter-in-law, Laura with our little grandbaby, Mika called us on Skype. Here's how the conversation went (kinda) in pictures.
"Hey, Nana and PawPaw! Is that you?"
"What are you doing in that little box?"
"No, no....Mommy. I want to hit the thing on the table. Let go of my hand, Mommy."
"Bam, Bam, Bam.....Look at me, Nana. I'm a power typist."
"Hey, it's Grandpa Byrne bringing milkshakes. Where's mine?"
A rare moment of stillness
"Hey, Daddy's talking to that box and he's not paying attention to me. Maybe if I smile pretty, he'll turn around."
"Daddy! Look over here. It's your little Sweet Pea!"
"Oh, no! Daddy's ignoring me."
"Daddy, Daddy....pay attention to ME!"
"Hey, big guy! Will you look over here already?"
"Hmph! I don't like it when my daddy isn't giving me his undivided attention."
"Ooh, now, that's a little scary. Maybe I should rethink this."
"Guess I'll just smile pretty for Nana and PawPaw who always have a wave and a smile for me."
1 comment:
I second that! Thank God for the internet.
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