Thursday, January 19, 2012

Poor Pop

Andy's on travel for a week so we shamelessly kidnapped Pop for several days.    

Abby has been breaking him in ever since.

Pop has been a trooper and surviving ungodly early bugle calls (Grayson pounces) at 5:30 in the morning.

Last night I heard him tell Nam on the phone that the day was "a little crazy."  I laughed out loud because I thought the day went swimmingly.  I guess one person's smooth is another person's crazy.

Poor Pop.   


Poor Pop's kneecaps.

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