Please ignore the coolers and other items in the background. We do a lot of shopping when we're down there.
Max enjoyed playing with his birthday gift. He's a big boy of 2 now.
Although he may be a little young, Grandpa wanted to give him his first fishing pole.
Grandpa also treated everyone to dinner at Bob Evans.
Our meals took forever to get to the table, but Max was very good. Steven and Beth were understandably concerned about the delay, as a 2-year-old can be a ticking time bomb (as Steven put it).
Now the girls - Grace & Wylo - sweet as ever! Wish we could have taken them home with us!
Here's Grandpa & Max. Grandpa was trying to diffuse the possibility of the bomb going off by whisking him off to a quiet corner. I'm told they were counting coat hooks.
Dinner finally made it to the table. Not sure what Max is doing with his grilled cheese - maybe just showing it to us?
"Gampa, up. Gampa, up!" After Max was finished eating his food, he wanted to eat Gampa's broccoli. That sure warmed a grandpa's heart.
Aunt Carrie shared her water with him, too.
We miss and love them all.
All is well in the Keweenaw.