He's my buddy, too...

Yesterday, I sent the two Friday-night-regular grandkids home with their dad and went to visit the newest little guy. His dad was working and his mom was housecleaning, so I scooped him up and took him with me. He's just over 4 months old and such a smiling sweety.

I took him to the park and met up with the other two. The second grandson, who is almost 11 months old, was not too excited to see me or his parents holding the little guy at first. He got a little better adjusted to it as the day wore on. For his part, the little guy was trying to be friends. He got the other one's t-shirt in his mouth to chew on it a little, then he reached out to touch him. There's a 10-lb difference between them. I can't tell if the little guy will catch up, but he seems to be doing his best to - he's a big eater.

My dad (Grandad) came out to the park, too. He started out to hold the little guy, but when the other one saw it, he had to get in on the action. Grandad was definitely not complaining! Later, we went by to visit with Granny. On the way home, we stopped so Grandpa could see him, too. When I got him home, he was still so happy, he laughed with his parents all evening!