A Child's Bouquet

These flowers are from my grandson.  

They are very special flowers. 

They came to me just like this with a hair band around the stems. 

They are special because he picked them for me. 

They are special because my daughter planted them next to her door step to brighten up her little space.  

They are special because they mean he's growing big enough to think about something nice for someone he loves. 

They are special because they mean my daughter is remembering some of the things we taught her.  

And... they are beautiful. 

The Crib Story

This is the story my Grandma Verna Black told. When she was expecting my father in 1935, in the middle of the Great Depression Years, they didn't have much money,  Jay Borland (Clyde Borland's brother), offered to give them a crib if they would name Dad after him.  They named the baby Thomas, thinking that was his real name.  Later, they found out his birth name was Tommy, but everyone called  him Jay. Clyde Borland was Aunt Edith's husband, Grandpa Orville Black's sister. In 2011, my dad and the crib are 76 years old.  After Dad, four of his brother's children, all four of his own, all three of my children, great grandson Zane have all slept in this crib.  Now, when baby Barry comes to visit, he sleeps in THE CRIB.

Sharing a Sleeper

This is the cutest little sleeper given to Zane by the guys that work for our company. Zane came home from the hospital in it. 

I took pictures of Barry in it, not just to see how much they look alike but because he was wearing it at our house when he was a week old. 

Lynette took this photo.  I love the way the sun in shining on his face.

Two Peas in a Pod

Now I have two grandsons.  They are both cute, Zane was a good baby, Barry is a good baby.  And their baby pictures look an awful lot alike.

I wonder, can you tell who is who in these pictures?