And then he was gone

Peanut’s big brother arrived the end of May to spend part of the summer with us. But, today he had to leave to go back to his mom’s house Alabama. The morning was a bit rough with Peanut not very happy about this turn of events…which her mood reflected as we all were getting ready for school and work.

The last six weeks have gone by quickly, and I hope he had a good time. Below are a few shots of his time with his middle Missouri family.

Perhaps the highlight of his stay was the week spent at our church’s Kids Club 2013:Treasure Island vacation bible school. He asked at least 5 times whether he could go back to it after the week was finished! You can check out the video montage of it HERE. No, really, check it out…it was an awesome week. And check out the cutie in the pink pirate bandana at 1:48.

There were some “firsts” in that he learned how to ride a bike without training wheels…which he proceeded to do up and down the driveway…and into the grass…and then on to the back yard. With 2 acres, there was a lot of room to practice!

There were some wicked water fights in the back yard.

And what’s summer without a little fishing?

And playground time?

And pool time?

He showed his Renaissance Man side at a family wedding, and we could hardly get him off the dance floor!

He topped off his stay with a family Independence Day celebration, complete with BBQ and, of course, firecrackers.

There were the occasional quiet moments….but they were few and far between.

We met him when Peanut was born in 2008. He was a  shy, little four-year-old who didn’t know what to think of this new baby sister, and these new grandparents called Nana and Papa. So, I suppose you could say when our first grandchild arrived, we actually got a two-fer deal!

Since then, he’s assimilated well into our world whenever he’s here. At least I hope he thinks so.

Grandchildren are God’s way of compensating us for growing old. ~Mary H. Waldrip