Little Franklin calls both of his grandma's "Mugga." Neither of them mind, how can you when the kid is so cute? He loves his Mugga's house in Clearfield. We've established a tradition of going to Mugga's house on Tuesdays. Franklin gets so excited when he wakes up and I tell him "It's Mugga Tuesday." When he gets buckled into his car seat and sees we're heading North on the freeway, he throws both arms above his head and exclaims, "Yay, Mugga's house!" I think it's one of the cutest things ever. He loves to go there because there is grass, there's grass, and there's more grass. Ok so she has a lawn and open space, but she also has a trampoline (with a safety net), a slide, or two, sprinklers, a toddler pool, and DIRT!! Mugga got a fresh pile of dirt to dump on her garden and Franklin has been in it every chance he gets with his trucks and cars and baby stroller. You'll see in the picture there is a baby stroller that he loves to push all over the place at Mugga's house. He won't let us put a doll in it, even if it's a G.I. Joe doll. He just loves to push it around. He takes it down the slide with him, he jumps on the trampoline with it and yes, he takes it in the dirt with him. Anyhow, check out his grin. We've been working on getting him to smile for pictures. It's a great, big cheesy grin that shows off the amazing gap between his teeth. We don't think there is a cuter guy in the whole wide world.
2 comments:
Funny! George does the exact same thing at my parents house, only usually he likes to push around a basketball, or any ball for that matter. It's a fantastic thing that our boys are so in touch with their manhood they can push around pink strollers with no problemo!
Kids just know how to have fun, huh? What more could anyone ask for? Grass, dirt, water to cool off in, and best of all, the ones we love the most. It's great they learn at such an early age what really makes them happy. How is it that we grown ups forget that so easily? Good thing we have kids to remind us.
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