Happy Birthday to my first born

It may say June 27th on this post but it is really after midnight on the 28th. You were born about 3:00a.m. on June 28th so it is almost officially your birthday. I remember so well the thrill and excitement we had welcoming our 51/2 pound little first born into the world. You were actually due in July on our second anniversary but you thoughtfully decided to come a couple of weeks early. I think you didn't want dad and I to have to share our anniversary with your birthday. I also thought it was thoughtful of you to let me finish my student teaching and dad and I graduate together from BYU just before your birth. Your arrival was perfect timing.

...

You have always been a joy to us and to others. If you don't know my Lynell you can check out her blog. Some days it is funny. Some days it is inspirational. Everyday it is uplifting .

http://jacobsondaly.blogspot.com/

...

I lost a lot of pictures in the flood we had a couple of years ago so I can't post any from your first year, but I will do my best to tell a little about your life with the pictures I have.

You were a precious baby and captured the hearts of everyone around you.

(Sorry about the quality of these first two picture)

You have always been outgoing and friendly and had confidence in yourself. On your first day of kindergarten I drove you four blocks to school, introduced you to your teacher and told you I would pick you up after school. You told me you wanted to walk home with your friends. I told you that none of your friends came home at noon so I would pick you up. You informed me that you would have plenty of new friends to walk home with by noon..... and you did.

You continued to attract friends and be a leader all through your school years.Whether you were singing and dancing in school musicals or being the captain on the color guard you always did your best and stood out in the crowd. Your friendly, optimistic attitude was contagious.

...

In the 80s the company dad worked for went out of business. No one was hiring. The few jobs that were available said your dad was over qualified and over educated and wouldn't hire him. Until he was able to get his credential and start teaching we were having a hard time financially, but you took it in your stride. Instead of complaining and feeling sorry for yourself that you could not get new clothes for school that year, you organized a Deseret Industries and Good Will shopping spree. You took several of your friends ,who's fathers were doctors and lawyers, etc. with you. You made it seem like shopping at DI and Good Will was really a neat thing to do. You all had a great time creating new wardrobes. You even had a "used" clothes fashion show that you and your friends had fun putting on for dad and me. This is just one example of how you tend to make lemonade out of lemons. You always manage to make the best out of difficult situations.

You were a lovely bride inside and out. You found your Dathan during your first year of college. Even though you were barely 19 when you two married in the temple you were ready to take on the responsibilities of being a wife and mother. You have always made your home a beautiful, warm, friendly place that welcomes family and friends.

You have had some very difficult experiences along your life's journey. Each pregnancy was very hard for you because you were always so sick for months. However none was harder than when you were pregnant with Jalen and little Justin, barely 3, caught his arm in the cord of your electric frying pan while you were cooking and pulled the whole pan of boiling oil over on top of his head and hands. Through that terrible ordeal you forgot about how sick you were and stayed by your little son night and day for months. Even though, for a while ,you were in danger of losing him your faith never wavered. During that time I went to be near you. I wanted to be supportive for you but in many ways it was you who was encouraging me.

Through all the therapy and surgeries that followed for years, I marvelled at your faith and courage and optimistic attitude.

You were there through all of Justin's surgeries to comfort him just as you are always a support for all of your children

You can tackle any job you set your heart on. You've become a great photographer and built up your photography business. The children you teach at the dance studio adore you.

You are always there to support each of your children. You spend endless hours driving them to classes and practices. You attend every gymnastic, soccer, ball game, karate and dancing event. Your children feel your love and support.

They are amazing because you are amazing and always there for them.

You are a wonderful daughter, sister, wife, mother and friend. You have always loved the Lord and lived righteously. You are raising a great family. Your friends and family adore you. I am so happy and grateful that I have the privilege of being your mother.

And so my dear Lynell, on this day of your birth I want you to know how thankful I am for you. When you were born I had all sorts of dreams and hopes for you. You have become all that I hoped for and more. Thank you for being such a dear daughter. I hope that this will be a wonderful birthday. I wish that dad and I could be there to give you hugs and watch you blow out your candles. Since we are not, we are sending you (((cyber hugs))). (Of course you may not see this for a while since you just moved to your new home and don't have internet yet.) We both send you lots of love. Happy birthday dear.

The Rest of the Story (Accidentally deleted ,revised and rewritten) I hope you will visit me again.

I did SUCH A DUMB THING! I accidentally deleted this whole post after I spent over an hour writing it....URGG!!...That caused all of the comments you had already made to be erased....URGG AGAIN ....you know how every comment is sacred to us bloggers. Oh well, I really want to share these stories with you so I will start over. How sad huh??? Here I go.... I will try to remember it the best that I can.

....

I am not putting in the story about Shirley since I can not reach her to get permission. Instead, I will substitute another one of my stories for the one I wrote yesterday about her. These stories are very special to me. I hope they will touch your hearts as they have mine.

...

Before I start the stories, I want to say thank you so much to all of you who responded to my June 17th post about Lyle's death and Jamie's NILMDTS ministry. I am overwhelmed with your kindness. I am happy that I met so many new blog friends though your comments and I hope that you will continue to drop in and say "hi". As always, I appreciate all of your comments. I feel your love and support. How sweet and tender you are.

...

I want to tell you the rest of Lyle's story because even though this was a very sad time for me, it was also a time of testimony building and many blessings.
...

STORY ONE- THE POEM

(If you read this story in the old post I deleted scroll on down to story #2. It is a new one)

...

It was very difficult for me to get over Lyle's death. I had terrible dreams that I told you about in my last post. I wanted to be a good mother to Lynell (4)and Mindy(2) but I was both a physical and emotional mess. I was terribly weak and had a hard time healing and recovering from the trauma of his birth and the C-section I had to deliver him.

....

The hardest part for me was not knowing if his life counted for anything. Is a stillborn a real baby? At the hospital they didn't think so. Did God? Would he ever be mine? Would I have him again. My heart ached for answers that I didn't have.

....

One night I woke up, not from the reoccurring bad dreams but from a warm, happy, almost joyous feeling. I knew that Lyle was my eternal child and I would have him again one day. I felt it. I knew it. Some of you might think it was the wishes of a desperate mom, but it was not. It was an answer to my prayers. I knew it. I could not deny it.

....

I got up and wrote the poem that I posted on my last blog ( June 17th). I could not write the words fast enough. I did not give thought to the words or how to make them better. They just tumbled out of my mind and on to the paper. When it was done I was amazed. It captured my grief and anguish at his loss (I knew that God understood how I felt) but it was also filled with hope and promise. I will always believe that poem was a gift to me from God. As an interesting side note, I have not thought of Lyle's poem for years, but last Tuesday night when I wanted to type it out for you, I remembered every word easily. Again this confirms to me that Lyle's poem is a gift to me and I will never forget it.

....

I would like to rewrite Lyle's poem to make it appropriate for parents who have lost a baby girl. I want to send it to Christine who's beautiful Olive Lucy was still born last August. Christine made a beautiful comment on the post I accidentally deleted. I am so sad. (Christine if you read this post I would love to get the information you gave me again.) Stop by Christine's blog and sign a petition she is circulating for Bill#8960.

http://clownbaby.blogspot.com/

.

I hope that Jamie can use it also. If you haven't stopped by Jamie's blog I recommend that you do so you can learn about her NILMDTS ministry. Go to her "Lessons My Heart Has Learned" blog that she posted on June 17th for the heart touching story that got me started on this whole Lyle post.

http://jamiescottage.blogspot.com/

...

STORY TWO-THE SURGEON

About six months after Lyle's death I was walking in the mall when I noticed that a lady was following me from place to place. It made me a little nervous and worried. I guess that she could see the concern on my face so she came up to me and asked if I would mind talking about the night my baby died. I did not recognise this lady and had no idea how she knew about Lyle. She told me that she would never forget me and then told me the following story.

...

She was a scrub nurse during my C-section when I delivered Lyle. I guess that all of the surgical team knew that Lyle was dead but I did not. When he was delivered I didn't hear him cry and everyone was quiet and sad. It shocked me when they told me he was dead and asked if I wanted them to dispose of his body. I got very upset at the idea of them throwing my baby in to the trash so they knocked me out. This is where my nurse's story begins

...

All of the surgical team was ready to do a hysterectomy to stop the massive bleeding and save my life. (I remember seeing my surgeon covered in my blood. My nurse said that the blood started spurting out as soon as the surgeon made the first incision) She handed my doctor the knife and he started to cut and then stopped. They were all confused since time was of the essence to stop the bleeding. My surgeon said that something stopped his hand from making the cut. He said that he did not know if he could patch me up enough that I could every carry another child but he had to try. The whole surgical team was amazed at the time and effort he took and skill involved in sewing up my torn uterus and stopping the bleeding. When he was finished, the doctor said that he felt that God was guiding his hands.

....

When my nurse told me this story I started to bawl right in the middle of the mall. At first she felt badly but I told her they were tears of joy. What a wonderful story. It bore witness to me that my Heavenly Father really was with me on that difficult night. It also gave me the courage to get pregnant again. I had Erin two years after I lost Lyle and David three years after Erin was born. They were my miracle babies. I know that they were meant to be in our family just like Lynell and Mindy. God knew it and he helped the doctor to save my uterus. That same doctor delivered both Erin and David. He said it was a testimony to him that God is aware of us and does direct our lives.

....

I have taken the time to write this post twice (I still can't believe I deleted it) because I wanted to bare witness to you that I know our Heavenly Father knows us, loves us and is there for us even in our most difficult time. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, understands how we feel because he has taken all of our pains and sorrows upon Himself. If we will turn to Him, He will gladly carry our burdens for us.

...

Thank you for reading this long post..... at least I hope some of you are reading it. I would love to hear from you. Again I am so sorry that I deleted the comments some of you had already made! I hope that you will forgive me and write to me again. This was written (and rewritten) for you with love. Grammy Lura

For Two Angels Jamie and Lyle

I am dedicating this blog post to two people that I've never had the privilege of meeting. One is Jamie, a new blog friend that I met today when she left a comment on my post. I want her to know I think the work she is doing is very important and tell her why.The other is my first born son Lyle who was stillborn and I never got to hold or even see.

Jamie belongs to an organization called Now I lay Me Down To Sleep (NILMDTS). Those in her group take pictures of dying or dead babies for the family to keep. Some of you may think that this is a gruesome or morbid thing to do but let me assure you that it is not. As a mother of a stillborn child I can tell you that I would give anything if I just had one tangible evidence that my Lyle ever existed. Lyle was born in 1971. I've felt at peace over his death for years and yet, even after all this time, I found myself in tears reading Jamie's post.

Lyle was my third child. Lynell was 4 and Mindy was 2 when he was born. Right from the beginning it became a difficult pregnancy when I got scarlet Fever in the first trimester. I was very sick and broke out with strep sores all over my body and in my mouth and down my throat. (They later told me they thought that the strep sores were a contributing factor to Lyle's death) I was put in the hospital and put in a tent bed since it hurt me too much for the sheet to touch my sores. I was told that because I was pregnant I could not be given high enough doses to medication to cure the strep and that I should abort the pregnancy. Of course I would not. Eventually I recovered and I seemed to have a normal pregnancy until I went into labor. After about 15 hours of labor my uterus gave out from the hard contractions and tore. At that time the placenta came loose, I lost little Lyle and I almost bled to death. I could not believe that after all I had gone through to bring him into the world that he was gone before he ever got to see it. They said he was a perfectly normal full term baby but my uterus was weakened from the strep.

In 1971 because he was stillborn he was not considered a "real" baby. I became hysterical when they told me he was dead and asked if I would like them to dispose of the body so we wouldn't have the expense of burying him. I panicked at the thought of them throwing him in the trash. I guess I made such a fuss ,screaming to them not to throw him away, that they knocked me out. When I came to in ICU and asked to hold him they told me that his body was already down in the morgue. They told both my husband and my mother that it was better that none of us see him because it would be too upsetting for us. So my little Lyle was buried while I was still in the hospital without any member of his family ever seeing him. That was a big mistake.

How could it be best to tear my baby away from me and not even let me see his sweet face and kiss him goodbye? Some said that I would love him less and miss him less if I never saw him but they were wrong. For months I would dream that I woke up at night hearing my baby cry. I would walk into his room but when I pulled back the baby quilt I had made for him I would find a little white coffin in his crib instead of a baby. Other times I would dream that I was digging up his grave with my bare hands. When I got down to his coffin I would wake up just before I could open it and look at him. I never got to lay him down to sleep and my soul ached until one night I woke up and wrote this poem to him:

For My Sweet Baby Lyle

...

Cruel Words - Kind Answer

.

(I originally called this poem "Only Son". (Thanks for reminding me Heather) After having my second son, David , I thought I should changed the title. At first I changed it to "First Son" but now I think "Cruel Words-Kind Answer" fits it better.)

.

"Your baby's dead!" How cruel the words.

How shocking to my soul.

It can not be. It must not be.

God would not take my son from me.

...

But it was true. My babe was gone

Taken from my arms and breast.

I wept. I cried in agony.

My torment knew no rest.

...

How could it be? How could it be

God took him in his infancy?

Before he walked or talked or cooed for joy

God took away my baby boy.

...

Then in His loving tenderness

God touched my heart that I might know

I'll have my son. I'll hold his hand.

I'll watch him grow into a man.

...

Though I wait to sing him songs of love

I'll sing them in our home above.

For now I'll prove my faith and worth

and thank God He let me give him birth.

...

Love, Mommy

...

I truly do have a testimony that families are forever and I will have my Lyle again some day. But, even so, I have hardly been able to write this post for the tears coming down. This amazes me after all of these years. I am at peace with his loss because I know that he is in a better place. What I still feel so badly about ,and has me in tears even today, is that I never got to see him and kiss him goodbye.

So my new blog friend, Jamie, thank you for the work that you do. You are an angel. I know that it must be hard for you , but like you, I believe that you are on God's mission to help other families who face this kind of difficult loss in their lives. How I wish that someone like you had been there when we lost our Lyle. God bless you. Lots of Love (LOL) Lura

To learn more about Jamie and her organization you can go to her blogspot. http://jamiescottage.blogspot.com/

Come on in blog friends. I have breakfast ready for you.

Good Morning blog friends. You mean so much to me I thought it would be nice to make you breakfast this beautiful Sat. morning.

I thought we would have waffles and fruit. I made the waffles in the heart shaped waffle iron and with the heart shaped measuring spoons (Aren't they just so cute!) that I got for mother's day. With so much "heart" involved, I'm sure that breakfast will be "lovely".

Through all of your sweet comments I feel like I know each of you and have come to love you. You have lifted me up when I've been down and shared with me my family and things that bring me joy. You've invited me into your homes and lives and made me feel like a welcome guest..... always appreciating my comments as I do yours.




So grab a plate and let's eat.

Would you like some berry syrup on your waffles? I got the berries from a wild blackberry vine that John and Austin found growing out in our orchard. I think it is very tasty.

I eat breakfast in the patio almost every day. I love the way the birds serenade me and I get to say good morning to my little vegetable families and my flowers.

Click the video arrow below and come on out and join me.

Thanks so much for dropping by. Before you go be sure to pick a bouquet of my Sweet Peas to take with you.

Have a great day and be sure to drop by again soon. LOL Grammy

Two sweethearts that will inspire you

Friday I told you about students who did things that I felt sad about. Today I want to tell you about two little gals that are absolute sweethearts. They are outstanding young people who warm my heart.


I am a member of the Women's Improvement Club in our city. We do all sorts of Community service but one of our favorite activities is raising money to give out in scholarships to each of our 7 high schools every year. This year we gave out a total of $9,000 . It was my honor and privilege to be on the scholarship interviewing committee. We rated the applicants on academic accomplishment, community service, extra curricular activities and financial need. We could only pick two applicants from each school. It was a very difficult decision. However, I want to tell you about two of the student's we selected as winners that really stand out. What an example they set for others.





This is Anjelica. I had Anjelica three years ago, during her sophomore year, in my Child Dev. class. She was an excellent student. Since that time, she has applied herself 100 percent to her studies. During the last two years she has taken college classes along with her high school classes. This week she not only graduates from high school but from our local Community College as well, with AA and AS degrees. Next year she will enter a university as a 3rd year student. What an accomplishment!

This is Esmeralda. Looking at her sweet smile and bubbly personality you would never guess the hardships that this little gal has had to overcome. I have never met anyone who has gone through so much and is still so optimistic.


Esmeralda was abused by her stepfather for years before she told her mother. When she did tell, her mother chose to stay with her husband so Esmeralda had to leave. She was sent back and forth to Mexico and has ended up in the foster care program. When she reported the former abuse, her step father was put in jail. Some of the family blame her for this which makes her very sad.


She turns 18 soon and will be out of the foster care system. She is not sure what she will do then. She just got a full time job at a local store. (She could not even get off to attend her graduation activities). She does not have a car and must take a bus to and from work which is difficult in our area since we do not have a good bus or rapid transit system.


When she told us her life story it brought tears to her eyes and ours, but she never lost her sweet smile. When she told me today about getting her new job, she was so excited even though she has to miss her graduation activities and has a hard time with transportation. She plans to attend Community College next year and then save money for the university. She wants to become a social worker to help other kids like her.


These girls are both great students and wonderful people. I am so proud of them. I wish them both success and the best in life. They bring a smile to my face and to my heart. Don't their stories inspire you? They do me.

Thank you Dear Blogg Friends..Wendi was right.

As I'm sure you could tell, I was really down last Fri. when I published my last post. In fact I was in or near tears most of the day. I'm not sure why???? I think it was a combination of things... I've been concerned about Lynell and David being faced with moves that neither had planned on and really don't want to make... and I guess as the first anniversary of my retirement nears I was feeling sentimental. It seemed to me Fri. that I'd been a failure at my life's work. I'm afraid that I was dwelling on the negative and having a "pity" party.

That is where you all came to my rescue. You have no idea how much your kind comments and sweet concern mean to me, from my darling grandson Justin, (who has never left me a comment before) down to my last comment which was made by Erin. I mean it..... I appreciate everyone of you, sincerely! I felt so low and each comment was like getting a hug from you.

You have all made me feel so much better. I've taken the advice that so many of you gave me and will dwell on the positive instead of the negative. As Kristen said, I will try to not let the memories of the "bad apples" spoil the memories of all the good ones.

Thanks to all of you. I needed to get a lot of those bottled up feelings off my chest and you were there for me. You listened and took time out of your busy day to make a comment so I would feel better. I love and appreciate all of you. See Wendi, you were right. Thank you, Grammy Staffy

My Open Letter to Past Students...Inspired by Wendi

My last year's FHA kids going with me to compete at State.


My blog friend, Wendi, has posted a couple of open letters lately. She said that she feels better getting some things off of her chest. As I was making a comment to her last post I decided that I would try it. I think it is about time I vent some feelings that have been bottled up for a long time. I know that this is a long blog post but it is Wendi's fault. HaHa

I retired this time last year after teaching for 24 years... 2 years in preschool and 22 years in high school. I taught in the Family and Consumer Science Dept. (Home Ec.) subjects that I loved ....life skills that are needed and I hoped would make a difference in the lives of my students.

I taught:


Child Development -where I ran a community preschool and my students were the teachers


Foods and Nutrition- where I taught basic cooking skills and nutritional values


Clothing 1A and 1B - where I taught basic and advanced sewing skills


On Your Own- where I taught seniors how to balance their check book, do their taxes, interview
for a job, develop a budget, develop communication and relationship skills and
many other skills needed for independent living.


Health and Sex Ed- classes required for graduation


Interior Design- where I taught principles and elements of design, etc.


I usually had 36-38 students in a class. Most of my classes were one semester long so I got new students twice a year. I taught about 185 students a day or about 370 a year which made about 8,140 over the 22 years that I taught high school. Some of these student were great. Some went on to take my college Child Dev. class and became teachers themselves. Some were in my FHA club (see picture above) and worked endlessly with me doing community service and preparing competitions that won at both the region and state levels. Those were great kids who made teaching wonderful. However, most were not like that and many were down right awful.

Do to the nature of my classes, I had to be out of my class a lot watching the students in the preschool or I was walking around my room helping students with projects. This gave my honory students ample time to do the following.

This open letter is to the kids who acted so badly in class and caused me so much grief.
This is to those kids who:

*sent a decoy up to my desk asking for help to get my attention so you could set a fire in the trash can and set off the fire alarm for the whole school and I got blamed

*stole the ball out of my mouse over and over so I couldn't use my computer (and had to replace them with my own money)

*after me worrying about you, praying for you, staying up at nights trying to figure out how to help you, loving you, talking to you, trying to encourage you, you wrote "the f-word you" or "Mrs. S_____ is a witch" (which you spelled with a "B") with permanent markers on your desks and in my class text books.

*stole my DVD's from me that I took to class to let you have a movie party

*that stole candy and treats from me (over and over) that I took to reward my classes. After you stole them I would have to rush to the store during my break to get more for the rest of my classes

*vandalized any thing you could just for the sake of vandalizing.... super gluing things to my desk like pencils, pens, paper clips, my cup, etc., super gluing your chair to the carpet, gang writing on EVERYTHING in permanent marker even on the "Baby Think It Over Dolls" that I paid $300 for each and it took me a year of fund raising to buy

*spraying caulking in my locks and ruining them

*spitting gum (daily)on my carpet, desks and books

*would argue for 5 min. when I told you to do something

*would laugh and make rude comments in our Sex Ed. classes when I was trying to teach you that premarital sex not only presented unwanted pregnancy and health risks but damaged hearts and self esteem and had consequences that could ruin lives as well.

*set a fire in and burnt up my microwave which I had in class for the students to use who always came in to have lunch with me

*told your father that I was abusing you after you threw a wad of paper across the room and hit another student when we were trying to review for finals and I told you to stop. I didn't write a referral. I didn't kick you out of class because I didn't want you to miss the review. All I said was "That was inappropriate. Sit down."... but that night I got a call from the principal telling me that your dad had called the district office and complained about me abusing you and there would be an investigation forth coming.

*stole the money that I had collected for lab fees ($150)when I let you in and gave you half of my lunch because you said you were hungry and forgot to bring your free lunch card....I guess that you got the money out of my desk while I was fixing lunch for you.... then you ditched class, left school and we never saw you or the money again

*hid under desks and smoked pot in class while I was busy helping other sewing students

*and ( the one that made me the saddest of all.).. wrote .."F*!!* you, _itch" ... in my memory book that my students put together to give to me when I retired last year. I didn't find the vulgar comment until after school on my last day. It made me cry then. It makes me cry today. Couldn't you tell that I loved you?

What a sad way to sum up 22 years of teaching over 8,000 students! How could I have failed you so when I put my whole heart and soul into teaching you?

To all of you who did these things (and many more not listed) YOU WON.

YOU WORE ME OUT.

I didn't really want to retire at 63 because I love teaching, but after all the years of praying I'd have the strength to get through another day, I COULDN'T DO IT ANY MORE either physically or emotionally. The funny thing is, if I had it to do over again, I WOULD because I can't think of any other job that I would want to do except teach. I hope that there are some of you who's lives I touched for the better.

Did writing this open letter make me feel better???? I don't know but it feels good to vent about these things that have made me sad for a long time...... sorry blog friends but thanks for listening (or I should say reading.).... and thanks Wendi.

I Know.... I Know.... Don't tell me!

Austin and Grampy are buddies.
Austin is having fun wearing Grampy's hat last Sat. at the park.

O.K. I know. You don't have to tell me. I have already been accused of spoiling Austin. There might be a wee shred of truth to that accusation, but what would you do if you were me? We first saw Austin ,after being in Utah for two weeks, at a park on Sat. where we went to see Claire sing with her little song group. He came running up to us with his little arms outstretched, absolutely delighted to see us again.

Austin: "I'm SO excited, Grammy"
Grammy: "I'm excited to see you too, Austin."
Austin: "I'm excited to go to Knott's Berry Farm. "

My ego was slightly deflated but I rallied quickly when he added....

Austin: "I love you, Grammy. I don't like it when you leave home and visit those kids. I'm sad when you're gone."

I tried to explain that Grammy loves all her grandchildren and I need to spend time with them too. To which he replied...... " O.K. Next time I'll go with you." I guess that settled that.

He talked about Knotts yesterday and I told him we couldn't go on Sunday. Then, the first thing he said when I got him out of his crib today was...

Austin: "I'm so excited, Grammy, the sun's up. The trains are awake. It's not Sunday. Lets go to Knott's Berry Farm."
Now I ask you..... could you resist that? Grampy and I couldn't. We ate our pancakes and we all set off for Knott's.

First we went on the trains and the trucks which he loves. Then he decided to try a new ride. I was surprised since he still considers the Merry-go-round too scary.








"I want to ride on the Huff and Puff"






I couldn't believe it. My timid little Austin actually wanted to try something new and adventurous.

"And I'm off.........well, I'm almost off"

"This is harder than it looks. I can't make this thing go, Grammy. "

"Ah, look at me. Here I go. Upps, I guess the lady was pushing me."

"Push....Pull....Push....Pull .... How come I'm not going faster?"

"O.K. now I get it. Watch out, here I come."

By Austin's third trip around he got the hang of how to do it. So of course he had to go again. I'd say he got plenty of exercise after riding the Huff and Puff four times which is a good thing since we stopped for our traditional chicken nuggets and fries on the way home. But, wait a minute.... I didn't burn off any calories standing there and watching him. I'd better stop blogging and get over to Curves....... Bye bye bloggers...... See ya later. Your grandkid spoiling Grammy. (Aren't I Lucky!!)