I Love My Nana
If Ezra could write the blog, what would he say? I might take a guess…
I love my Nana. My tee shirt clearly says so.
She gives me cheese crackers, she knows I am allergic to the other ones, and gets these special for me.
She watches me play with my trucks, in spite of the loud noises it makes. She likes to see me play with something that was my daddy’s, given to him one Christmas when he was about my age.
She bakes cookies…
…and lets us all lick the beaters.
She makes slide shows for us to watch from her trips to Australia…
…that keeps us on the edge of our seats.
She laughs when I made Dinosaur sounds like I saw in the Perth Zoo. Roar!
She understands…
…if I can’t wait for the cookies to cool!
She lets me watch Baby Songs, even if everyone else is tired of hearing them.
She teaches me about technology. I love my Nana.
Nana loves you too, little guy. You are a sweet little boy.
So very cute…number 3 little Lopez!!! But where’s number four?. I don’t know how to spell her name, and would love to see her pictures.
Lois