I’m learning a lot about my Grandpa Mike on this trip.
For instance, he’s a really good story teller. I mean really good. Don’t tell Daddy, but Grandpa Mike is WAY better.
(Dad note: To put this in perspective a bit. I try to read a story to Maile almost every night before she goes to sleep. I usually can get in about 2-3 pages before she starts fussing around and rubbing her eyes. With Grandpa Mike? She’s riveted for the whole story. Apparently, I need to kick my game up a notch. Of course, just for showing me up in front of my daughter, I’m publishing this video for all to see – complete with Grandpa Mike’s ridiculous animal sounds. Payback, Gramps!)
Now, on the other hand – Grandpa Mike isn’t as great with feeding time. Tonight he helped out and fed me dinner. Or more accurately, he let me feed myself while he took pictures like it was the cover shoot for Vogue magazine. It was A LOT of fun, but things got a little messy…
Like this Grandpa Mike?
Just an FYI - this is a little different then how Mommy usually runs things...
All done! Does this count as "eating" my yogurt?
(Dad note: I’m convinced this was a ploy so that Grandma Jill doesn’t look for Grandpa Mike’s assistance again come feeding time. We’ll see … he’s a sly cat that Grandpa Mike.
(Click here for the video.)
