Jasper wasn't quite on the same page as Grandma in the truck book, but he still liked it. It's the story of a pesky turtle who keeps getting in the way of construction, and about some friendly construction workers who stop to help him. It's interesting how an environmental theme would get woven into a children's book like that.
Papa Jasper is rolling the dice here, very likely going to get hit with some massive drool ... but he didn't care. He had fun playing airplane with Jasper. (Papa even got a chance to hit golf balls last week while Jasper napped - so he was happy about that!)
It's official, I am not a manicurist. Goodness gracious! I can't keep my son's finger nails smooth enough to prevent them from being weapons. He has scratches on his face and even his belly from these razor sharp nails. I can't imagine how his nails could be so deadly, but alas ... they are. I spent three days in a row cutting, filing and refiling his nails. This is the last attempt, with Grandma Gant's help. Jasper has stopped resisting violently anymore. Perhaps he's just figured out it's better to go with the flow for a little while to get it done - because I am persistent and will keep trying to get his nails softer. I was sure I'd have my mom card revoked when he showed up at the nursery yesterday with two fresh scratches on his face. ugh!
Grandpa and Grandma Gant gave Jasper a bath during their visit.
Grandpa Gant shared a laugh with Jasper.